Chapter 3: chapter 2

"For till thunder in the trumpet be,

Soul may divide from body,

but not we

One from another."

–Algernon Charles Swinburne,

"Laus Veneris"

When Carter resurfaced, he opened his eyes to a neat, dark room. It was a star-lit night outside the window and even though it wasn't cold, he shivered. His head ached slightly as he felt around him and realized he was tucked into a soft, fluffy bed.

He tried to recall who had put him to bed but the last thing he could remember was collapsing onto Jacob and…nothing else. Jacob, he thought and flushed, where was he and whose house was this?

Precisely at that moment, he felt a hand curl over the t-shirt covering his belly and tug him towards its origin. The hand pressed him into a bare chest and Carter felt himself nuzzling into it, grateful for the warmth.

He looked up to see Jacob asleep, his long eyelashes brushing his cheekbones like a pair of small wings. His chin rested on Carter's head, who felt himself flush again.

We look like lovers with our legs tangled together under the covers, he thought.

Jacob's lips were slightly curved upwards as if he was dreaming about something either mischievous or pleasurable. Or maybe both.

His lips, he thought, his gaze full of longing. I wish I could kiss them again.

Hastily, he tore his eyes away from his lips and found himself looking at his chest instead.

It was covered in thin white scars. Carter frowned as he traced the map of scars softly, feeling the faint lub-dub of Jacob's heartbeat under his fingertips.

These scars…they weren't there before.

He placed his palms flat against Jacob's hard stomach and felt the latter's arm tighten on his waist. He looked up to see Jacob press his cool lips to his forehead and when their eyes met, he felt himself flush more than ever before.

Jacob smiled and whispered, "Are you feeling better now?" Carter smiled and whispered back, "Yes. Thank you."

Then they heard a growl.

Jacob hugged Carter and laughed silently. "Are you hungry?" he smiled. Carter, who was too embarrassed to say anything, simply looked away from Jacob's angelic face and nodded.

"Aww, of course you are. Afterall, you haven't eaten anything for the past nine and a half hours," he said and then proceeded to answer the question on Carter's face, "It's 1:00 a.m. right now." He swiftly slid off the bed and stretched before Carter could avert his eyes.

Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!, Carter thought as he looked at Jacob's long, tanned legs and bare chest, the only thing that saves me is that you're still wearing your shorts.

"Say what? You want them off?" Jacob whispered; his lips dangerously close to Carter's. Carter looked from Jacob's violet eyes to lips and unconsciously licked his own lips which suddenly seemed very dry. Very dry indeed.

"I want what off?" Carter whispered; biting his lower lip, trying to keep his cool. "My shorts. Do you want them off, beauty?" Jacob smirked. Did I say that out loud? Carter frowned and said, "It depends on you. Your shorts, I mean."

"Hmm…so in that case…I want them off. It's a hot night anyway," Jacob said solemnly as he bent over to remove his shorts.

"I was joking, bitch! Just stop, okay?" Carter mumbled, covering his face with his long-fingered hands, knowing full well that Jacob would've stripped for real.

Jacob peeled his hands away and laughed, "Don't cover your face, you know I like it when you blush. Anyways, let's get you something to eat." Grinning, he took Carter's hand and lead him to the couch sitting in the living room, currently housing a gray cat. Carter sank as softly as he could into the fluffy, black couch, not wanting to disturb the sleeping gray Russian Blue cat.

"Wait here with Dewis while I make you some scrambled eggs." Jacob said, walking into the kitchen. The cat, Dewis, opened her green eyes and peered curiously at Carter as he bent down to scoop her up in his arms and deposit onto his lap. "Why did you name her Dewis?" he absent-mindedly asked Jacob as he gently stroked the cat behind her ears.

"Well, the day I adopted her, she bit me as soon as we reached home. And my mom, being a dog-type person said, 'Beware of every choice you make, son, because every wrong one comes back to bite you.' So, I figured that in my life of purity, my first "mistake" had been to adopt her. But nobody wants a name like 'wrong choice' and 'choice' sounded a little weird so I named her 'Dewis' which Welsh for choice.''

Jacob finished as he returned with a plate of hot, steaming eggs. "Does that mean she bites?" Carter asked in disbelief.

"Hey! You are obviously missing the point but yes, she BITES." But one look at the cat and Carter had his decision, "I don't think I would mind a bite or two if its from this beauty." Dewis seemingly satisfied with his words, purred, demanding to be stroked again.

"Her eyes are like Venessa's. Are all the green-eyed ones beautiful?" Carter wondered idly as he stroked her again, not noticing Jacob stiffen with jealousy at his words.

"Do you have a crush on her?" Jacob asked in an icy voice as he picked the cat up from Carter's lap and dropped her on the floor like a sack of potatoes. "On who?" Carter replied as he watched as Dewis scowled and stalked off to another room with a swish of her silver tail.

"Never mind that…can I bite you?" Jacob asked sweetly in an attempt to cover up his previous blunder. "What?" Carter stared at him, confusion lurking in his eyes.

Jacob smirked and leaned into Carter but instead of kissing his lips, he kissed Carter on his cheek, tailing a line of butterfly kisses with his lips and tongue from Carter's jaw to the hollow of his throat.

"Hey…aah..." Carter moaned as he felt Jacob's warm lips against his cold clavicle. Jacob smiled slightly before biting the soft flesh at the junction of Carter's neck and collar bones, sucking with a constant gentle pressure.

Carter placed his hands in Jacob's dark hair, winding the unruly strands around his thin fingers; his hand mirroring Jacob's in his own hair. He wanted to push Jacob away, they shouldn't be doing this. But he also wanted this, needed this. He hated this need, this peaceful pleasure.

Jacob kissed the hickey one more time and, untangling his hands from Carter's curly black hair, sat down on the couch. Carter, too, withdrew his hands and tore his eyes away from Jacob, closing them tightly as he felt a deep blush creep onto his cheeks. He touched the hickey softly and smiled, his pants sightly tighter than usual.

"Open your eyes, Carter, look at me," Jacob whispered, guilt blooming on his handsome face. "Are you okay? Does the, er, bite…hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt. Just tingles a bit," Carter replied opening his burning gray eyes just in time to see the anxiety on Jacob's face getting replaced by pleasure, making his heart skip a beat.

Jacob leaned forward and lightly brushed his lips against Carter's. "Open you mouth. I'll feed you, quickly," he whispered, pulling away. Carter blushed and opened his mouth to allow Jacob to feed him as though he was a five-year-old instead of a seventeen-year-old.

"You cook really well," Carter yawned as Jacob finished feeding him. "Looking at you nobody would've guessed." Jacob yawned as well and smiled, "I know. Let's go to sleep. Please." He clasped Carter's hand once more and moved towards the room.

In the bedroom, Jacob walked over to the window and drew the curtains. He turned around to face Carter and whispered in a low, husky voice, "I want you to strip down to your shorts."

"What…" Carter replied, his voice wavering, "You're joking right…?"

"Nope, I'm not. It's a very hot night and you will feel stuffy under the blanket," Jacob said sternly.

"But I don't want to..." Carter shook his head adorably, hoping it would work. He would have listened to Jacob if he wasn't soo embarrassed about it.

Smirking, Jacob walked towards Carter and put his hands under Carter's t-shirt. Placing them lightly on his waist, he whispered into his ear, "Close your eyes. I'll do it for you." Carter closed his eyes and turned crimson as he felt the lightest touch of Jacob's lips on his own.

Pulling away, Jacob let his hands trace a path upwards on Carter's skin and felt his pulse quicken as his fingertips brushed Carter's navel, slowly going up to his neck. Jacob almost moaned when Carter placed his hands on his bare shoulders and squeezed lightly as if for support.

Jacob pulled Carter's t-shirt over his head and let it fall to the ground. Leaning forward, Jacob kissed Carter deeply and unbuttoned his jeans. He broke away and kissed the other boys' chin moving to his Adams apple and the hollow at the base of the throat. He then kissed and nipped Carter, earning a moan from him.

Jacob kissed down Carter's chest, pulling down the denim clothing deliberately slowly so he ended up kneeling before him. As his fingers skimmed over Carter's hip bones, he smiled devilishly and said, "I've hardly touched you and this little one is soo happy already."

He removed Carter's pants completely and stood up to admire his handiwork. Opening his furious gray eyes, Carter, if possible, blushed even brighter. Avoiding Jacob, he stalked off to the bed and lay down at one end, pulling the covers up to his chin.

He felt Jacob lie down close to him under the covers and move forward to place one hand on his bare waist, "Come close to me."

"Why did you do that?" Carter asked, turning around to face him.

Jacob stared at Carter and then whispered, "I don't know. I just had an urge to touch you…and I don't hate you, okay? And, uh…I wish we could be friends again." Carter looked away from Jacob.

I wish we could too, he thought, but I don't want to be pulled in again.

"You can come to my apartment whenever you want. I live right in front of you anyway," Jacob finished. Carter looked back into Jacob's eyes and said, "When did you move in?"

"A few days ago," Jacob replied, putting his arms around Carter as sleep caught up to them and whisked them away to the land of dreams and nightmares.

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