JACOB's POV

Jacob had never experienced anything so heavenly. Edward's fingers were so precise. Every movement seemed calculated, planned out to make Jacob go even crazier. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, and was surprised that Edward didn't want to bite him again. His limbs were shaking and sweaty, and the sound of his ragged breath was loud. He was burning like he had never burned before, the pleasure a demonic sort of angel making his limbs heavy.

He wanted to feel every single touch, but he also wanted the vampire to get on with it! If he had to wait any longer, Jacob thought he might explode. But he doubted that anyone besides Edward could touch like this.

Edward would rake his fingertips through the hair at Jacob's abdomen, and Jacob would lose breath. Then those fingers would be on Jacob's cock, and a rippling curl of lust and want and need and ohgodyesmoreofthatplease! would slide through Jacob in one quick move. It left him feeling like something had just smacked into him, but in a pleasant way, like if the feeling hit him any harder or longer he would melt, or scream, or drown in a wave of bliss.

Like everything he did, it seemed, Edward was amazing at this sort of thing, too. Jacob didn't doubt that Edward was a virgin like he said, but he wondered how the vampire knew just how to touch Jacob. How could you know what to do unless you had experience? Perhaps years of living had brought about years of being good at learning, too. Or Edward had had to learn how to do things on the spot.

Jacob jumped as suddenly a lick came to his thigh. The sensation was new and different, so he was glad when Edward did it again so that his brain could register it. Then that mouth was kissing and lips suctioning, and Jacob let his head fall back and his arms relax as he moaned. He could smell the scent of the vampire, and it seemed to change a little; aside from that tanginess it had to it when vampires were hungry, there was an additional scent, a little sweet, a little salty. Jacob opened his eyes, fighting against heavy eyelids, and looked at the vampire bent over him. Edward, too, was incensed with this feeling, this demanding need.

A strangled sort of whimper came from Jacob's mouth as finally that mouth descended on his cock. The wet, soft tongue smoothly glided up Jacob's length firmly, decisively. Then the mouth took in the head of Jacob's cock and sucked, first deep and slow, then nibbling with teeth a little, then the tongue thrusting and swirling around the width.

Hips jumping upwards into that friction and sensation, Jacob reached with his arm until his hand felt the soft curls of Edward's hair. He buried his fingers in those curls, grasping tightly, pulling a little. Groaning in time with those slow sucks, he pulled harder, as if it would anchor him and prevent him from spiraling away into some unnamable abyss.

"E-Edward…oh, god…"

That tongue tickled over Jacob's skin teasingly now, swiping the head, and then diving to tickle the underside. Jacob realized that not all the sounds were coming from his own mouth, and looked to see Edward consumed, too. The vampire did not sweat or emit heat like Jacob did, but his body trembled and his touch became less controlled, more passionate. Strong fingers pressed into Jacob's thighs as Edward leant his head between them.

Suddenly Jacob sat up as that exploring tongue dove more southward, first taking the balls in that eager mouth, then thrusting deeper. Jacob shouted as that tongue caught something for a split second, hitting upon a place inside him that felt so good he could hardly breathe. Edward touched that spot again, and held onto it this time.

With a low growl, Jacob came. He then collapsed onto the grass.

Minutes later he had caught his breath, and was surprised when Edward started again. This time that mouth was fast at first, and then the teeth were scraping torturously slow. Finally that soft mouth descended again, and Jacob was surprised when Edward took in his whole cock. He didn't know what to feel at that. Should he be affronted? Proud? Find it humorous? He decided it was wonderful as that mouth began to move. He felt adrenaline akin only to what he felt when he was running as a wolf. Strong hips thrust up and forward, and again and again Jacob pushed into Edward's mouth.

There was something really hot and arousing about Edward drinking the come. Jacob couldn't put his finger on quite what it was. Perhaps it was the sucking of that mouth, the movement of the Adam's apple. Or maybe it was just the smooth white of that throat combined with the deep red of Edward's lips. Or it was the satisfied softness in Edward's eyes that Jacob knew he, HE, had given Edward.

When he was finished, Edward sat up, and the smile he gave Jacob was a mischievous, impish sort of grin. It made Jacob laugh, even as he felt dizzy still, sinking down from the rush of pleasure. Jacob had never seen that little smirk on Edward's face before, at least, not in anything more than scorn. It pleased him to see it on Edward's face, as if it were just for him.

Edward lay down next to Jacob, his coldness a perfect opposite to Jacob's warmth. Jacob didn't really know what to say to Edward, now. Should he say thanks? Should he leave? Was it over? Had he been too eager and looked stupid? The vampire was so damn impenetrable, Jacob had no idea what Edward was thinking. But he had seen the pleasure, the lust, in Edward's expression, in his movements. So it was there, Jacob reassured himself. No need to be such a worrywart.

Jacob lay splayed out with his arms behind his head, a contented smile on his face. He opened his eyes as fingers touched him suddenly, gently. Those cold, soft fingers were achingly gentle. Jacob knew his hands were callused and he had all sorts of scrapes and bruises on him from running through the forest. Edward's hands were perfect, symmetrical and light-boned and the skin soft over his strength, like some sort of cold stone fortress.

Those fingertips brushed against his chin, tickled probably by the stubble on his jaw. Then they crept up, tip by tip, up his cheek, around the temple, and across his brow. It was a loving, worshipping kind of touch, like something a mother might do. Then those fingers were in his hair, combing through it with sudden passion and fleeting movement. Jacob shivered at the sensation.

As Edward's other hand traced his mouth, Jacob grabbed that hand and moved his grip up Edward's arm. For a moment his hand lingered on Edward's shoulders, and he smiled as Edward pressed his mouth in a half-kiss at the edge of his mouth. Then his hand swept down Edward's body, down to hover over the hard length that thrust demandingly.

At this sudden move, Edward stopped all movement, and another one of those amazing growls came from his throat, except it was slow and soft, like a hungry sort of purr. Jacob stared at the expression of pleasure on Edward's face. Those long eyelashes almost brushed porcelain cheeks as Edward half closed his eyes. His lips were parted, wet and longing, his muscles tense and that soft skin against Jacob's. Edward was leaning over Jacob, his chest brushing the other boy's, and when Jacob's hand touched him there he sunk a little downward. Jacob stared at the face for a moment, because it was so beautiful.

Then he decided, he wanted to feel all of Edward's skin against his. Jacob swallowed hard, and then slowly made his fingers move. He unbuckled the belt, and the tension seemed to crackle in the air as he whisked the belt away. He flung it away and remembered, too late, that Edward would probably not be able to recover it. Jacob had forgotten his strength, around Edward, and had flung the belt with no holding back.

Jacob moved a little, so that Edward was now lying on his back and Jacob was sitting up. He wrapped his fingers around the waistline of the pants and boxers and pulled them all the way down, off, before he dared to look.

Jacob was not usually shy, and the only reason he was shy in this case was because it was Edward. He hadn't established a level of comfort yet. If he had, he would be more brazen. But when he saw Edward lying before him like some sort of Adonis, his breath caught. He shook. He had to wonder if he should take it slow and savor this, or dive in?

EDWARD's POV

There was something alarmingly, amazingly free about being naked. Edward smiled to see how Jacob stared, but he knew the feeling. He had stared like that, too. He couldn't believe he had never realized how beautiful Jacob was before. And that passion…! It drove feeling into Edward that he hadn't felt before, and made him eager and excited. Jacob was so alive. His every feeling was readable in his eyes, but Edward found it endearing.

He reached forward and wrapped his fingers around Jacob's wrists, pulling the boy down to lie on top of him. Mmm. "This feels so good…you're so warm." Jacob's body was like a portable heater, burning hot against Edward's skin. It was an amazing, unearthly sensation. He felt shivers of pleasure slide through him just at the touch of flesh to flesh.

Jacob didn't reply, but he nuzzled his nose in this spot below Edward's ear. It tickled a little, but it was a sweet, wolfish sort of thing to do and it made Edward grin. He laughed, and then rolled over. Slowly, his hands trailed down Jacob's body. The boy was breathing hard, and when Edward stopped, he would whimper. Edward liked that sound, but he wanted to hear Jacob howl, howl for him.

Edward put his hands over the other boy's hips. He wanted to take Jacob, to have him for his own. A look of understanding came into Jacob's eyes and for a moment he stared at Edward in shock, and Edward thought, he's too shy. He doesn't want it. But then the boy turned over, slowly, giving Edward a slow smile as he did so.

With a smile Edward leant down and gave several long, slow licks to that special spot that had had Jacob whimpering for him earlier. The boy gasped at the sensation, pushing his head harder against the ground, his whole body shaking.

Edward put his hands over Jacob's hips again. He wasn't sure how this was done, but he would try. He pressed his body up against Jacob's and the boy gasped as skin touched skin. Edward's cock sat against Jacob's bottom. For a moment, Edward was tense and nervous, but then he decided it was time to move. Inch by inch he pushed in, waiting for Jacob's sounds of pain to subside before he thrust in more. Jacob's heat around him was amazing, so hot and soft and slippery.

Edward moaned at the sensations as that heat engulfed him. "Oh, god…" He could hear Jacob's panting breath, and felt the boy cringe a little until he had slid all in. "You okay?"

Jacob had his fists buried in the earth, his head hanging down. Gruffly, he said, "Yes. I-I'm fine…"

So Edward began to move. At first he was slow, tentative, questioning. But then gradually he got a tempo going. Jacob's body was so hot and firm against him, and Edward felt his own body tingling with energy as he moved. Harder and harder he thrust his hips forward. When Jacob moved in response, those hips pushing backward with so much force, Edward almost lost it. He felt growls rumbling in his chest and couldn't prevent them from escaping. Jacob's cries fueled him on, faster and faster.

His hands were pressed up against Jacob's back, making reddish handprint marks. He could hear the animals scampering away as their sounds filled the grove, and a rut was created in the earth from their powerful movements.

Jacob smelled like pine and sweat. His body was slick and delicious, Edward thought, licking down that spine, lapping at Jacob's ears. He could feel Jacob trembling beneath him, and he felt powerful and consumed. He had felt powerful before, but it was a sick, guilty kind of power. Here, with Jacob, there was no guilt. He could move any way he wanted, not holding back any of his strength, any of his emotions. He was free to be fierce and wild. Jacob seemed to bring the animal instincts out of Edward. He found himself freed from worry and over thinking, as he flew high on the wings of this pleasure that enwrapped him and overwhelmed him.

He was pushing so hard and so fast. He knew he had hit that special spot again when Jacob howled suddenly, loudly. Edward grinned. So he could make Jacob howl. Mmm. He pushed at that spot again, and a pleading whimper came from Jacob's lips. Edward felt his breath coming in quick pants, again and again as he thrust. He started to push harder, faster, and their cries were loud and wanting. Then Edward slowed his movements so that he could savor the sensation of Jacob engulfing him. It felt soo good to move slow. Edward groaned and trembled in lust as he pushed his cock slowly upward and inward, gasping as he managed to press against that special spot again. Jacob moaned softly at the touch, shuddering beneath Edward.

Finally those movements became too much and Edward came with a gasp, feeling a satisfaction like he hadn't felt in a long time sweep over him.

He got up and rolled to lie on the ground next to Jacob. Together they lay there, flowing down from their pleasures, still taking in what they had done and how good it had felt. They had achieved this amazing thing together. What more could they discover and achieve together?

"There," Edward said. "I think I'm cured of the crazy urge now…your scent isn't driving me crazy anymore."

Jacob laughed. "Cured? You kidding? I can never be cured now…not now that I've gotten a taste."

The two stared up at the twilight stars in the sky, hand in hand. Edward wiped the sweat from Jacob's brow, and gave the boy a gentle kiss.

"I guess we'll find out…as time goes on."

Jacob nodded, and Edward knew he had a somber look on his face as Jacob looked at him. The boy jumped up, grabbed his clothes, and laughed. "No more brooding! I'm sick of it! I don't care! Enough sitting around – I'll race you back to Forks!"

"What?"

Edward leapt up and grabbed his own clothes, and by the time he had half of them on, Jacob was already a speck leaping and flying in the woods.

The vampire pulled on his shirt and then realized he didn't know where his belt was. "Damn! He's going to beat me, at this rate."

He leapt up and ran after Jacob, laughing. He found his belt on the way, and had to climb up a tree just to reach it.

The stars twinkled higher in the sky, as if laughing along. The grove was left empty and silent, the disturbed dirt the only testament that anything different had happened that day. The stars in the sky would wait, as would Jacob and Edward, for something different to happen again.

THE END.