A/N: This is dedicated to the one and only j true. I originally dedicated a story of mine called 'Desperate Dilemma' to him but after some difficulties I deleted the story, but it will be re-uploaded when I fix the story.
Anyway, this is my makeup story and I really hope that you enjoy it j!
Also, if you haven't read his story 'Culture Shock' please go and do it… and if you do tell him I sent you!
I don't write enough EmmettxJacob and I thought this idea was perfect for them. I have such a weakness for Jacob and I love writing him in these types of roles.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything associated with Stephenie Meyer's characters.
Gray Area
Emmett's POV
"Kiss me," Jacob pleaded.
I didn't reply verbally, I instead stepped closer to him until our lips and noses were caressing each other's. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth for me. I happily devoured his mouth; delighting in the spicy, sweet, and exotic taste of him. The kiss was passionate and almost animalistic in nature. When we needed to catch our breath we pulled away, panting. He started to unbutton my shirt and I did the same to his. Our bare chests were rubbing against each other and I loved the feeling. I backed him into a corner and I just stared at him for a few seconds. Jacob was easily the most beautiful man that I'd ever seen. His neck was completely exposed to me so I kissed, licked and nipped the sensitive flesh there.
"Emmett," He moaned.
I caressed his cheek. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to do whatever you would like to do to me," Jacob said in a husky whisper.
I took his belt off and I slowly unzipped his zipper and unfastened his button. I purposely kept his boxers on and I quickly stripped until I too was only clad in my silver silk boxers. His look of confusion turned into a look of pleasure when I bucked my crotch into his. Jacob hissed in pleasure and he wrapped his arms around my neck to bring our bodies even closer. We continued our erotic synchronized dance; our clothed cocks were rubbing against each other creating a very pleasurable friction. I could feel his breath on my neck as he moaned my name and that made me even more excited. We were both close to cumming and I knew what would send us both over the edge. I stopped moving for just a few seconds. I pulled down our boxers just enough so that our cocks were completely uncovered and bare. I used the pre-cum that was dripping from both of us as lube and I stroked both of our dicks.
He gasped. "Fuck, Emmett!"
I moved my hand up and down our shafts and I touched every ridge and sensitive spot that I knew I liked. Based on Jacob' whimpering and groans, I could tell that he liked my ministrations as well. I sped up my fist and stroked both of us with more force. His nails were painfully embedded in my back and he nearly tumbled over as his orgasm wracked his body. He moved my hand out of the way and took over the pumping of my dick. His hand felt like it was made to fit around me. He was aggressive with his stroking, but not overly so. I closed my eyes and I cried out every curse word that I could think of as I released all over Jacob' hand.
I'm panting and slick with sweat as I wake up. I notice my boxers sticking to me and I realize it's more than sweat that has me damp. Shit! I so did not just have a fucking wet dream about Jacob! Before I can recall anything from my dream I decide that I need to take a shower to cleanse my body and hopefully my traitorous mind too. I damn near run into my bathroom. I turn the water onto the hottest setting before I step in. The scalding heat relaxes my taut muscles. I scrub my skin so hard that I'm worried it may come off. I guess I think if I scrub hard enough that I can erase the dreaded dream from my memory. I step out of the shower, get dressed, fix myself a bowl of cereal and then I call my best friend Rosalie. She's like a sister to me and I know that she'll know exactly what to say.
Rose gives me a quick peck on the cheek. "I got dressed and drove over here as soon as you called. What's wrong, sweetie?"
I nervously rub my neck. "Um… I'm not really sure how to say this."
"We've been best friends for a long time, you know that you can tell me anything," She encourages.
"I had a wet dream," I blurt out.
"You called me over here because you had a wet dream? What the fuck, Emmett?" Rosalie snaps.
I sigh. "There's more to it than that. I had a wet dream about Jacob."
There's a brief moment of silence. "Oh."
"I would appreciate more feedback than 'oh'," I tell her.
"You having a wet dream about a guy isn't much of a crisis, Em," She says nonchalantly.
"Heterosexual males don't just have wet dreams about guys, you know," I sarcastically inform her.
"You can't control your dreams Emmett, you know this," Rosalie reminds me.
"But I got turned on dreaming about a guy and this has never happened to me before. I'm not… you know… am I?"
"You're not gay, Emmett. You just like Jacob. He's not like anyone you've ever met before. You have a lot in common with him and you just have this oddly intense connection with him. You are attracted to Jacob mentally, not sexually. Your brain just confused the attraction," She explains.
I sigh again. "This doesn't make any sense. I don't want to kiss Jacob or anything like that, but I want to do more than just play video games with him. I want him to be happy; I want to make him smile. I'm so damn confused. Which team am I playing on?"
Rose laughs lightly. "Sexuality isn't just black and white. There is a gray area."
"Obviously," I mutter.
"Jake's a great guy, he's good for you," Rosalie says.
"Why are you so cool with me having a thing for your ex boyfriend?" I wonder.
Rosalie smiles warmly and she grabs my hand. "I love you both a lot. You both deserve to be happy. Jake and I didn't work out just like you and I didn't; I discovered that kissing you 2 was like kissing my brother. I'll always care about both of you though and I want what's best for you guys."
"Seems like you really want us to be together or something," I observe.
"Maybe I do."
I'm such a fucking girl. It normally takes a guy anywhere from 5-15 minutes to get ready. I've spent 20 minutes just trying to find a shirt to wear with my jeans. Rosalie informed me about 2 hours ago that we are going over Jacob's house. Jacob and a friend are cooking and they invited us over to eat and watch a movie. I just grab the first shirt that I see and it's a red and white striped polo. I quickly get dressed, brush my teeth for the second time today and put a little bit of gel in my hair. I'm so on edge that I call Rosalie and ask her if we can show up early to Jacob's house. She's already dressed so she agrees to pick me up so we can leave. I nearly jump out of my bones when I hear the doorbell ring. I turn off all of the lights in my house and lock the door on my way out.
"Aww, you look so handsome," Rosalie compliments.
"Thanks, you look gorgeous as usual. What's with the little black dress?" I ask.
"Jacob's playing matchmaker; he wants me to get to know this friend of his," Rose explains.
Our ride to Jacob's house is filled with small talk. Neither one of us admits it, but we're both nervous. I'm nervous because I'm not sure what to make of my feelings for Jacob. Rosalie is nervous because she hasn't even entertained the idea of getting to know another guy after that asshole Edward dumped her. She gives me a reassuring smile and hand squeeze as she pulls into Jacob's driveway. She rings the doorbell and I hear Jacob laughing before he answers the door. He hugs Rosalie tightly and she gives him a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey Rose, hey Emmett," Jacob greets.
We answer in unison. "Hey."
He invites us into his house. He tells us that the food is almost finished so we can sit at the table if we would like. There are a few steps from his family room to his dining room. Right before Rosalie reaches the last step, she loses her footing. I turn around so I can catch her before she falls, but almost too quickly for my eyes to see, I see a blonde guy gather Rose into his arms before she falls. I expect the guy to let go of Rosalie immediately but they stare into each other's eyes for a few seconds. Rosalie runs her fingers through her hair after she recovers from her almost fall.
"Uh… I…um… thanks," Rosalie says incoherently.
The stranger kisses her hand. "You're welcome beautiful, I'm Jasper."
Rose blushes. "I'm Rosalie."
I clear my throat. "I'm Emmett."
Jasper winks at Jacob. "Yes, of course you are."
I raise my eyebrow at Jacob wondering about Jasper's cryptic statement and the not so subtle wink. I see a slight blush on Jacob's cheeks and he quickly averts my gaze. Jasper pulls out Rosalie's chair for her and they sit at the table next to each other. Since Jacob is still cooking, I decide to see if he needs help with anything. I admit that I can't cook so he asks if I can set the table. By the time that I'm finished setting the table the food is done and it looks absolutely delicious. Jacob prepared some fried chicken and macaroni and cheese. Jacob sits down next to me and we're sitting so close that our legs are touching. I feel warmth radiating from his body and I welcome the sensation. He doesn't move his leg so I don't move mine.
"We didn't know what movie you guys wanted to watch so we decided on 'Jennifer's Body.' Is that ok?" Jasper asks.
"Let me guess. You picked this movie because of Megan Fox?" Rose guesses.
"Maybe. Megan Fox is obviously gorgeous, but I prefer blondes," Jasper flirts.
"Me too," Rose agrees.
"Well that explains why our relationship failed," Jacob jokes.
"Ours too," I add.
We continue to talk and make jabs at each other. I excuse myself from the table and I curse when I spill my drink on my shirt and pants. Rosalie offers to clean up my mess for me and I thank her. Jacob takes me upstairs to his room so I can borrow some clothes. He disappears into his closet so I quickly get out of my damp clothes. Luckily my pants didn't get too wet so my boxers aren't soaked. Jacob's jaw nearly drops when he comes out of his closet and catches sight of my barely covered body. I notice the subtle licking of his lips as he hands me the clothes.
"I'm going to go so you can have your privacy," Jake announces.
"I'm already undressed, you don't have to leave," My tone sounds a bit desperate.
He bites his lip. "Ok. I'll stay."
He leans awkwardly against the door while I get dressed. I feel myself turning red as I feel Jacob's eyes on me. I put on the nondescript gray t-shirt that he gave me and the jeans. Jacob and I are pretty close in size so the clothes fit just right. He grabs my clothes as we walk downstairs. He puts my clothes in a plastic bag for me. I wonder where Rosalie and Jasper are when I don't see them in the dining room or family room. I hear what sounds like an acoustic guitar and the undeniable sound of Rosalie's laughter.
"Jasper's showing off by playing his guitar in the basement," Jacob explains.
"I guess we should watch the movie without them. I don't want to interrupt them," I suggest.
"You're right," He agrees.
Jacob sits next to me on the couch as we start watching the movie. Again there isn't much room between us, but I don't mind. The movie isn't very scary at all, but it is funny and entertaining plus Megan Fox is so fucking sexy. I yawn after about an hour into the movie and I stretch. My hand lands on top of Jacob's which is currently on his lap when I'm done stretching. His skin is soft and warm under mine. I interlace our fingers and it just feels so… right. I glance at him to make sure that he's ok with the contact. When I look up at him, I see his dark brown eyes staring into my sapphire ones.
"Jacob, I…"
"I know, Emmett. I'm confused too," Jake admits.
I lean in closer. "Can I try something?"
He gives me an almost imperceptible nod. I caress his cheek with one hand and use my other one to move his beautiful silky black locks out of his face. We're both panting although we're sitting almost completely still. His eyes close in anticipation and so do mine. I feel an electric current pass through my body as soon as our lips connect. Jacob's lips are soft and he tastes spicy like cinnamon and exotic just like he did in my dream. My hand snakes its way underneath his shirt and I massage the hard muscles of his stomach. I move my hand up further and Jacob and I both gasp when my fingers encounter a piece of metal which I guess to be a nipple ring. My other hand rubs his erection through his jeans and he deepens the kiss. I pull away when I feel my own cock coming to life.
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
Jacob raises his eyebrow. "What are you apologizing for? Did you not enjoy it?"
"No, I mean yes I liked it. It was the best kiss of my life actually," I confess.
"But…"
"Jacob, I like you. I mean I really, really like you. I'm just really confused because we're both straight guys. We're not supposed to feel like this about each other. Why do we feel like this? I wonder.
"I'm not sure why we feel like this, Emmett. I just know that I like how I feel when I'm with you," Jacob tells me.
I take a deep breath. "I…I just need to think about this, Jacob."
"You mean you need to go home and remember that you're a straight guy, get weirded out by all of this and then call to tell me that you never want to see me again," Jacob assumes.
"No, that's not what I said. This is just a lot for me to deal with right now. I'll sleep on it. When I wake up tomorrow, I'll decide what I'm going to do about us," I state.
Jacob looks sad. "If you decide that you want nothing to do with me, just call me and be frank with me. Don't worry about trying to spare my feelings."
Jacob turns away from me, but not before I see a few tears streaking down his face. My heart partially breaks at the sight of his tears. I try to wipe his tears, but he bats my hand away. I run my fingers through his hair to comfort him and he turns around to face me. I kiss his drying tears before I find his mouth. I let Jacob take control and I can feel the passion and pure need in his kiss. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against mine for a few seconds. I move away from his embrace so I don't get too caught up in him. I make my way toward the basement so I can get Rosalie and go home. Rosalie is enjoying herself and doesn't want to leave so Jasper volunteers to drive her home. I take her keys and I drive myself home. All of the stress of today takes a toll on me and I fall asleep as soon as my head hits my pillow. I'm sleeping soundly when suddenly I wake up feeling panicked. Jacob. There's something wrong with Jacob. I'm not sure how I know, but I can feel it.
A/N: Sorry this took so long, j. I know I said I would post it yesterday but I was having a bit of trouble while writing.
I hope that you like this so far, though.
I have no idea how long this will be, but it will be longer than my typical story.
So something is possibly wrong with Jacob. Does anyone know what it is?