|
Post by swivelcanines on Apr 27, 2008 21:12:19 GMT -5
Paul had been lying on his bed, resting his eyes, just letting his mind rest when all of the sudden he heard a knock on the window. Falling out of his bed in surprise he landed hard on the floor. “Fuck!”
“Everything okay in there honey?” he heard his mom’s voice from outside his door.
He looked at the window, heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears, and let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was just Embry. Idiot. He flicked him off before standing and dusting himself off. “Yeah, ma!” he called, looking at Embry as he answered her.
As soon as he was sure his mother had retreated back to downstairs, he opened the window, pulling Embry through it. “What is wrong with you?” he asked, half amused and half pissed. “If my mom saw you..” his now lowered voice trailed off and just left a mistrusting looking Paul staring at Embry, realizing suddenly how nice he looked without a shirt on.
Hm.
“So, what did Sam say?” Might as well get the formalities out of the way before Paul jumped him.
|
|
|
Post by embry on Apr 27, 2008 21:22:27 GMT -5
Embry raised his eyebrows, waiting until Paul stood aside, and then braced himself against the branch. He wasn't sure how long it would hold him for, even as good at climbing as he was. He vaulted, landing with little noise on the window sill, hands holding onto the sides, and then stepped into the bedroom. "Is that a nice way to be to your boyfriend?" Embry asked quietly, brushing his hair to make sure no leaves had lodged themselves there. He pouted, as though truly upset with being flipped off.
"She didn't," Embry said. "She's the kitchen, I went around the side. I climbed the back of the tree. Relax, you're fine." He mumbled something that sounded like worry wart. "And I repeat, is this any way to treat your loving boyfriend who just climbed a tree for you? Ungrateful I say."
The room was rather plain, aside from a few odds and ends. The blue and white wallpaper was betterthan the tatty white in his room. "Oh, nothing really. He said he, erm, talked the kid out of pressing charges. Which probably means he scared the hell out of him." A grin grew on Embry's face at the thought. "And you probably won't get extra patrol because Sam's worried that you need sleep."
|
|
|
Post by swivelcanines on Apr 27, 2008 21:28:04 GMT -5
“It’s a nice way to treat anyone when they’re being a fucking idiot. Seriously, my mom’s already mad enough.” He hadn’t actually thought Embry would sneak in. It didn’t seem like something he would do. Starting now, he thought, he was going to stop anticipating what Embry did, because he was nearly always wrong.
With a grimace he realized that this made him Juliet. Fuck. “You climb trees all the time anyways, I don’t see how this is so earth-shattering.” He was smiling, though, an olive branch despite his words.
He settled on the edge of his bed, rubbing at his eyes and stifling a yawn. He really was tired but he would rather be spending time with Embry than sleeping. Of course, he could be doing both, but Embry would probably try to cuddle him and…meh.
“Hah! Well, Sam is much scarier than I am,” Paul decided. And he did it with no violence. Paul wondered how he did it.
|
|
|
Post by embry on Apr 27, 2008 21:43:22 GMT -5
"Sorry," Embry replied, hesitating. Perhaps he shouldn't have come. But he couldn't imagine not coming here, just going home and pretending it was fine when he didn't know what had happened to Paul. It would've bothered him. However at the smile, he knew that it was all right, that he was allowed to be here. "I usually don't climb trees to get into other people's rooms. This was a first. Don't you feel special?"
Embry nodded. "Yeah, the poor kid probably had a heart attack seeing Sam coming after him after the number you did on him."
Follwoing Paul, he settled himself next to his boyfriend. With a soft smile, he took Paul's wrists, pulling his hands frm his face. "You okay?" he asked, softly. He leaned forward, hesitating, but then pressed his lips to Paul's in a soft, gentle kiss. He pulled back after only a moment, searching Paul's piercing green eyes. "You look exhausted." Absently, he ran his fingers across Paul's face, a clear reflection of the comforting gestures that had taken place in the clearing after the fight.
|
|
|
Post by swivelcanines on Apr 27, 2008 21:51:56 GMT -5
“No, it’s okay, I don’t mind,” Paul smiled, showing a mouthful of pristine white teeth. “And yeah, sure I feel special. I’d feel even better though if you’d shut up, though,” he remarked dryly. He loved talking to Embry but right now he just needed to kiss him and forget about all the stuff he was sure to remember after he left.
He kissed him back but was hesitant, for a reason he himself could not even place. He would be lying if he said he still wasn’t bothered by what had happened earlier. Words like that stuck to you in a nasty sort of way, and he hated that he was doubting all of this, again, because of some stupid idiot who didn’t know anything about them in the first place.
Sighing, he moved away from Embry’s fingers and instead grabbed his journal (not a diary) off his nightstand, letting it fall on Embry’s lap with a scowl. “Could you please tell Annie to stop going through my stuff?” Her neon pens were hurting his eyes.
Even though he wasn’t feeling up to replay of earlier, he twisted his hand with Embry’s, smiling softly at the sight. Holding Embry’s hand was probably the silliest and simplest thing he could do, but somehow he got the most pleasure from it.
|
|
|
Post by embry on Apr 27, 2008 22:04:26 GMT -5
"You know, dating you is killing my self-esteem," Embry remarked, casting him a side long glance. This was not actually true, and as he teased Paul just as much it was a circumstance of all's fair in love and war. He leaned back against the wall behind the bed with an easy sigh. He was tired, too. What had started out as a basic school day had all seemed to blow up.
The kiss was nice and sweet, But Embry sensed the hesitance and did not pursue it. He couldn't believe those words had gotten to Paul. How could they? Paul wasn't any of those things! Embry had started the entire thing-- Pul had just gotten pulled into it all after Embry had been the one to tell him how he felt.
"I would if I could," Embry said, picking up the journal. "But she's doing the same damn thing in mine. I don't think we get a choice in any of this." He flipped through the pages, stopping to look at the pictures with fond smiles. He could remember most of these photos, save for one or two. The one where Paul was coughing up blood was new.
A large, firmer hand wrapped in his, and he twisted slightly, entwining his fingers and casting Paul an absent smile before flipping through the journal again. "You have Annie and Leah going through this? Oh, man."
|
|
|
Post by swivelcanines on Apr 27, 2008 22:14:57 GMT -5
He gave Embry a concerned look before realizing he was joking. Smacking his shoulder, he muttered, “Haha. Very funny. And dating you is going to land me in jail.” He scooted back on the bed, bumping shoulders with Embry, leaning against his wall.
His room was plain for the most part, a fleece bedspread, a fan in the corner for hotter summer days, no posters, for he had little to idolize. He didn’t spend much time in here and it showed.
Frowning, he played with Embry’s fingers, thinking for a moment before asking, “So, she knows? About us?” He couldn’t hide the tinge of fear in his voice. He hadn’t thought Embry would do that to him, but at the same time, he had told Leah about Embry’s secret, so he couldn’t blame him.
He snorted. “Leah usually leaves cookies with her entries but Annie just scribbles all over it and jets.” He left out the ‘bitch’ comment, not wanting to upset Embry any further.
Again he got distracted by Embry’s less than fully clothed body and pressed his lips against his jaw, grinning in spite of the eternal battle taking place in his mind. He didn’t care if Embry got embarrassed; he was going to kiss him senseless whether he liked it or not.
|
|
|
Post by embry on Apr 27, 2008 22:23:14 GMT -5
"Hey, I won't press charges if you don't," Embry said with a wide grin. Yeah, like he would really press charges against Dean for kissing hi and being with him. The idea was ridiculous. And he would be turning eighteen soon enough anyway. Assuming a few months was soon enough.
Embry hesitated, running his thumb over Paul's knuckles. "I think she might now. I told you she reads the damn notebook, but...." He hesitated, wondering how to tell Paul what he was thinking. "After...I mean, at first, I was really wrecked when it happened. I told her the basics, I liked you, you didn't like me, and she was good for me. She was...I dunno. She was a good friend for me to have right then, do stupid stuff so I wouldn't have to think about anything serious."
Embry smiled a little. "Peanut butter, huh?" He broke off when firm lips were pressed against his jaw, and turned into the kiss eagerly, heated, chapped lips and his hand still wrapped up in Paul's. He was fine with Paul kissing hi, anytime, any place. He really wasn't picky as long as there was Paul and kissing involved.
|
|
|
Post by swivelcanines on Apr 27, 2008 22:30:15 GMT -5
Paul’s eyes widened slightly and he was honestly shocked by how Embry had taken it. He wasn’t…blushing, he quickly corrected him. “I didn’t mean it like that.” Giving him a curious look, he asked, “Why? Are you thinking about that sort of thing?” The thought had crossed his mind but he had never considered acting on that particular impulse, for several reasons.
His face, calm and happy a moment ago, broke, looking horrified. “Oh, man, I’m…I’m sorry.” He had known Embry was upset but a wreck? He swallowed hard, mind racing again; for the first time that day he was actually feeling regret.
Still upset, he didn’t immediately respond to Embry’s returned affection, but gave in when Embry kissed him. He leaned into him, hand again resting on his hip, giving as much as he was taking from Embry. He wouldn’t have minded doing this for the rest of the afternoon but he was sure somewhere along the lines he’d have to get some rest. Even now he felt exhausted.
|
|
|
Post by embry on Apr 28, 2008 8:42:47 GMT -5
"Oh, sorry," Embry said. "What did you mean then? You're the one breaking the law more than I do. " Embry shrugged. "A little. Not really. I mean, I've sort of thought about it, but I don't know." He wasn't sure if he was ready, and there was no rush on it. They could wait while before they have would have to even start thinking about it.
He shook his head, sending brown brown hair falling into his face. He'd have to get it cut. "Don't be, please," he said. "I was probably just taking it to hard." He smiled. "But it all turned out fine, right?"
Embry returned the kiss in kind, soft and gentle and sweet. The hand on his hip was an electrifying contact, but when he broke off for a breath he paused. He was hesitating, but rather concern for Paul filled his face. "You looked tired," he murmured, pressing his forehead against his lover's before once more claiming Paul's lips in a brief kiss.
|
|
|
Post by swivelcanines on Apr 28, 2008 17:20:08 GMT -5
He shrugged, uncomfortable with the subject. “You know…with Matt.” He frowned. “I’m probably gonna get expelled,” he said, following it with a hollow laugh. He couldn’t imagine not being kicked out, with his record and the wounds he had given him. His teachers told him he was smart enough for college but he just didn’t see it happening. It wasn’t his thing. Besides, who would protect La Push from the leeches when he wasn’t around? Besides the ten or so other pack members.
“Don’t worry about it.” The relationship was young, anyways, and though by now in any other relationship Paul would have already crossed that line, it was different with Embry. Besides, it was a personal rule of his not to even touch someone under eighteen, so even being this close to Embry was pushing it. He squeezed the other boy’s hand a bit at the thought. They’d never have a normal relationship, that much was for sure. Between the vampires, the town, and Paul’s own insecurities it would always be different than the norm.
“Mhm,” he murmured. He wasn’t sure it had turned out well at all but he knew he was incredibly, unworldly happy when he was with Embry. Though he’d refused that sort of bliss before, in different forms, Embry wanted it, too, and it didn’t seem fair to not let him have it.
Giving him a weary smile, he admitted, “I am tired.” Softly chuckling, he tugged at Embry’s hip, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. It was still a little weird, he wasn’t used to this sort of physical affection, and he couldn’t help but get a little ahead of himself, biting gently at Embry’s bottom lip. As long as they were together Paul would always have the upper hand in this sort of thing, the experience. He was pretty sure that the things Embry was good at; comforting him, making him forget all the bad shit, was a lot more useful trait though.
|
|
|
Post by embry on Apr 28, 2008 17:36:52 GMT -5
"No," Embry whispered, trying to comfort him with his soft words. "No, they can't expel you so late in the year. You're almost graduated." His hand flew to Paul's face in an absent, caring motion. "Even if they do, you can always get your GED. You can figure out what you feel like doing from there." Embry had dreams of higher education, shattered when he phased. He didn't think he could be normal, go to college in the east like he'd planned, or somewhere warm and sunny.
Embry shrugged. "Me? Worry?" he joked. "Nah, I'm not in any rush." And this was more or less the truth. He only wanted a few things to be over soon. High school. Being able to afford a car, maybe, in another couple of years or so.
"Mm, you don't act like it," Embry murmured around the other, though he words gave away into a near silent gasp as Paul's hand tightened on his hip and quick, talented teeth worked his lower lip. His own hand traveled up, resting against the base of Paul's neck, fingers curled gently in the thick dark hair. He returned the kiss eagerly, enjoying the moment.
|
|
|
Post by swivelcanines on Apr 28, 2008 17:50:08 GMT -5
He tensed, eyes turning angry for a moment. He didn’t care about school, hell, the only reason he still went was because his mom so desperately wanted to see him finish high school. He hadn’t exactly been thinking of her when he had been beating in Matt’s face, but there wasn’t much he could do about it now.
“It’s fine. Probably gonna die in the war anyway,” he half-joked, giving Embry a half-smile. “So what difference would it make, right?”
He grinned; he could tell what kind of affect he was having on Embry. He knew he was embarrassed but his inexperience but it kind of turned Paul on. The girls he had dated hadn’t exactly been strangers to that sort of thing, and it had been nice (actually, great, but I digress), but he hadn’t felt much for them after awhile. He got easily bored in relationships like that, and they ended as soon as they started. Of course he never led them on (as far as he knew, at least) and made his intentions clear but he really liked Embry and knew where the differences laid.
Breaking away from the kiss, he smirked. “Well, not everyone incessantly whines when they don’t get enough shut-eye.” He let himself fall into another kiss, Embry’s warm lips burning against his, but tried not to be as aggressive as before. Now that Embry had said he was he realized how forward he was and didn’t want to rush anything. Though Embry did seem like he was enjoying it..
|
|
|
Post by embry on Apr 28, 2008 19:52:00 GMT -5
"Don't say that," Embry admonished, looking stricken. It was his worst fear, losing his friends and those he loved in a war. Though he wanted Bella to be happy in whatever sense that was, he couldn't imagine why she would chose to break the treaty here. It could could only cause war and both sides would be hurt. "You're not allowed to say that! No, you can't be killed." He stared at Paul, eyes wide and serious. "You're not allowed to die and leave me, damn you." He was being irrational, but he didn't care. It wasn't possible to be rational while he imagined what would happen if Paul died.
Embry couldn't help himself around Paul. His self-control was usually impeccable, his sense of responsibility better than anyone but Sam. When he was around Paul, this didn't seem to matter much. It was like a bad influence, a drug he should quit, but the high was just too amazing. Embry would never voluntarily come down.
"I'm going to assume that's a shot aimed at someone else so it doesn't ruin the moment," Embry muttered, pressing firm lips against Paul's own and hot breath's mingling. It was hard not to be swept up in the moment, to lose completely in just feeling, and it was strange to think that out of the two of them, Paul was the one keeping him grounded.
|
|
|
Post by swivelcanines on Apr 28, 2008 20:04:58 GMT -5
He wasn’t fazed much by Embry’s behavior. It honestly wasn’t something new he was telling him. Sam, Jared, his mother, they’d all told him the same things whenever the issue came up. He wasn’t going to die. Everyone would be fine.
He scowled. Embry couldn’t honestly expect everyone to come out of the fight unscathed. Paul, especially, who had a certain blonde vampire in mind of tearing apart. “Come on, Embry,” he said, pushing away his fears aside easily, “We both know that someone’s gotta get hurt.” Though he wasn’t exactly warm towards the thought of death it wasn’t very scary, either.
“Assume all you want, I definitely mean you,” Paul murmured against his lips, pushing his palm flat against Embry’s chest to gently push him away. “But I mean that in the best way possible,” he added with a crooked grin.
His self-control was no better than Embry's in this situation, which was why he had stopped it now, before it resulted in the need, the want he had felt at the beach. It would end differently here though, with nothing holding him back, no reality to hit him. And neither of them were ready for that.
|
|