His weight was warm, and it was heavy, it kept him grounded as the other man's lips moved sensually against his ear. The younger's voice, barely above a whisper, filled him. It engulfed him. It penetrated him in ways that it had never before. He was mesmerized. Caught. Trapped. Ensnared by the boy he had considered a friend since the ninth grade. Only now, he was beginning to think that there was just a little more than friendship between them.

"Edward?" He purred softly into his ear, nosing the bronze locks of hair just above as he spoke. "Are you listening to me?"

Edward's entire being was shaking, it felt like he wasn't really there, but the sixteen-year-old above him was all too real to be a figment of his imagination. He could hardly hear over the blood pounding in his ears, but his voice was something he couldn't miss, even if he had tried. "…J-Jacob," he said, the young man's name slipping out of his lips so naturally, so easily, as though it was meant to tumble down from them.

A soft, deep hum left Jacob as his eyes slipped closed and he pushed himself away slightly to look down at the man he had trapped underneath him. "Oh, Edward…" he said in a rushing exhale, his eyes fluttering open. "I love the way you say my name," he murmured as he reached out, brushing his thumb across Edward's bottom lip.

"It's so sexy," Jacob continued softly, shifting in Edward's lap, gasping softly in surprise when their groins pressed together. The friction was hot, the heat was suffocating, but Jacob didn't stop…

…and, Edward wasn't sure he wanted him to. He was conflicted, confused by this sudden emotion overwhelming him. He had a girlfriend, and Jacob was his best friend. He shouldn't be doing this, but then again, Edward should probably be stopping him too. But Jacob was leaning closer, dangerously close. Their lips were barely centimeters apart, their breath mingled, Edward could nearly taste the alcohol Jacob had earlier consumed.

It looked like he meant to kiss Edward, but at the last moment-the very last moment-Jacob diverted his path. Instead his lips met the skin of Edward's jawline, and Edward wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed. "Do you know what I want to do to you, Edward?" He whispered roughly against the man's jaw, sharply nipping at the skin.

Jacob didn't seem perturbed when Edward didn't answer, he allowed the silence to stretch between them as his lips and teeth moved along the elder's jaw. Finally he reached Edward's ear, he abused the fleshy lobe for a moment and then continued speaking. "Well, do you?" He asked softly, his cascading breath causing a shiver to rush through Edward.

"It's alright if you don't," Jacob replied, his tone was matter factly as he nuzzled the side of Edward's head, his nose brushing across his cheek, his lips laying random little kisses upon any skin he could reach. "Because I'll tell you, Edward. I'll let you know how badly I want you."

His lips found their way back to Edward's ear and, for a moment, his teeth teased and nipped at the fleshy lobe and then the hard cartilage of the outer rim. Edward tried to contain his sounds of pleasure, but it was impossible to do so. Jacob seemed to know exactly what to do to make his self control weaken.

"I want to fuck you like an animal," Jacob murmured hotly against his ear, his hips slowly and wickedly undulating against Edward's. The friction was dizzying, the connection was electrifying, the pleasure was overwhelming Edward. "I want to feel you from the inside."

I want to fuck you like an animal, my whole existence is flawed, you get me closer to God…

The lyrics floated around in Edward's head and he tried to remember the song, but he could only grasp random bits of the lyrical content and an absolutely sexual beat. He didn't recall it at the time, but he'd later realize that the song Jacob was whispering in his ear was the very same one they had danced to earlier in the evening.

Edward heard Jacob's voice, but he couldn't comprehend the words as the younger's hips continued moving against his own. His cock throbbing beneath the jeans that were quickly becoming too tight, begging for freedom and release. He needed release. He wanted release. And, for the first time, he realized that he wanted Jacob to bring him there.

The thought was fleeting at best; flying away when Jacob's song slowly died, and nothing but his pleasured sighs remained. His hips kept moving, harder and faster, as his lips found Edward's skin again and the elder teen realized with a sharp gasp that he was participating as well. He wasn't just receiving anymore, his hands were grasping Jacob's hips to bring him closer. His hips were bucking up into Jacob's, desperate for more contact, for more pleasure, for more friction.

He didn't want to stop. He didn't want to stop…

"Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?"

But he had no choice, her voice was like a bucket of ice water. It sank into him, shocked him back to awareness. He figured he ought to feel the least bit ashamed of being caught in such a position with his best friend, but he could only manage disappointment. He hadn't gotten to finish.

Jacob let out a sigh, an aggravated sigh, before he pressed a chaste kiss to Edward's cheek-not paying any mind to Edward's girlfriend as he did so-and slid off of the man's lap. "I'll catch you later, Edward," he said in parting, throwing a smirk in Bella's direction as he walked back towards the party.

Edward watched him. He watched him until he disappeared into the crowd of teenagers. He wanted to call out after him and tell him to come back. He wanted to stand up and run after him. He wanted to grab him and drag him away to continue what they were doing. He wanted so many things within that single moment, and they all revolved around Jacob. He wanted Jacob.


His eyes snapped to his girlfriend's and he found a sigh leaving his lips. An annoyed sigh. "What, Bella?" He asked, staring up at her as she glared at him in a fury he had never seen on her. He would've said she looked beautiful in her anger, but he couldn't get his mind past Jacob. Jacob. Jacob. Jacob.

"What? What? How can you say that to me?" Bella growled, her voice hard and hurt as she demanded an answer. "Edward! Answer me, damnit!"

Edward pushed himself up with a sigh, momentarily glancing around for Jacob, frowning when he didn't see him before he returned his attention to Bella. "What do you want me to say?" He asked. "That I'm sorry?" He wasn't. "That it wasn't what it looked like?" It was. "That it'll never happened again?" He'd like for Bella to go again so it could.

The girl didn't look reassured or even soothed, in fact she looked all the more pissed, but Edward blamed the alcohol for his mouth and the lack of filter between it and his brain. "Even if you said all of those things…" Bella's voice was shaking, though Edward wasn't sure if it was in anger or hurt. Maybe it was even both. Who knew but Bella? "…I wouldn't believe you, Edward."

"Then don't believe me, Bella," Edward replied, getting to his feet, wobbling only slightly. He must've been more buzzed than he thought. "Because, frankly, I don't give a damn."

With that simple phrase and without so much as a backwards glance, he left her standing there with her mouth opened in shock. He wasn't worried about her. His arousal might've been cooled, but he still had this unquenchable need to find Jacob and that's exactly what he intended to do.

Starry's Corner: Just dropping in to say that this could easily turn into a two-shot...but, only if I get a good demand for it. If you want it (the second part will be smutty, promise), let me know!