The Carver Café [Edward/Jacob]

18 P1

**This part is shorter because 18 was long af and I had to split it up. P2 will be out soon.

Jacob doesn't spend a lot of his time thinking about relationships. He's not new to a pretty woman giving him an inviting glance or a hot guy buying him a drink at the bar. He's used to having some attention on him despite his closed off demeanor and ever present scowl. He's given into these looks and gestures on occasion, falling into some obscure place with someone he only just knew enough. These nights were quick, sloppy, and muffled and he was getting rid of his guest before he could even trust himself to get comfortable. He's not one for lingering. He didn't need anything getting in the way of his job.

So, he's not used to this. He's not used to the soft blankets and the careful touches. He's not used to the whispered affections and the passionate kisses. He's not used to the aftercare or the waking up to hot meals and cold water.

He feels like he's drowning. Edward eclipses his body, hands planted up near Jacob's head as he crowds around him. He's got Jacob's legs tossed over his shoulders and his mouth about a quarter of an inch away from Jacob's. He's saying something, Jacob can tell from the way his lips peek out from behind his lips, but Jacob can't parse what he's saying at this point. He can't think behind the constant touches, kisses, and teasing bites that are driving him insane. Edward's moving at a snail's pace, ignoring any protests coming from Jacob as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in like they've got all the time in the world. He can feel the man's breath blowing against his face as he moves to resting on his elbows, his left hand going to run through the hair that's covering part of Jacob's face. His eyes are on him like he's committing the moment to memory. 

Jacob wants to punch him.

They can take their time later. He open his mouth to huff out his annoyance when Edward suddenly puts some space in between them and snaps his hips so hard that the sound of their bodies connecting echos around the room. Whatever complaints Jacob has dies in his throat as this movement seems to set a precedent for what's to come. He can barely catch his breath as he attempts to keep up with the shift in momentum. 

"Please," He hears himself pant, but he's not even sure what he's begging for.

However, Edward seems to understand as he leans back down and places his nose against Jacob's neck, urging him to lift his chin. 

"Ready?" Edward whispers like it's a secret they're keeping.

Jacob must give some kind of affirmative in his babbling because the next thing his brain registers is a sharp pain somewhere at the crook of his neck. He stiffens at the feeling and Edward must notice because his hand drops down from Jacob's face to rub at his side in an attempt to soothe him. The pain morphs into this cool feeling that eventually lends itself to pleasure.

Edward pulls away for a moment before leaning into lick the wound. 

That's it. The moment that Jacob's been ripping his hair out over for way too long has come and gone. He feels like he's floating. He's only slightly aware of Edward's eyes on him, watching closely, but Jacob's mind has drifted off.

 Edward lays there in the mess they've created and waits patiently for Jacob to come back to him. He only moves to get up and grab a towel from the bathroom when Jacob's eyes come into focus again. He lets out a wobbly whine, pushing Edward off of him, and Edward lets him with a chuckle as he goes to drop the towel in a hamper. 

"Hungry?"

Jacob wakes up out of it. It might be the fact that he's in his own house or that Edward's not next to him. He would almost believe that he'd imagined it, if it weren't for the pulsing ache at the crook of his neck and the way his lower back protests when he goes to sit up.