AN: The dreaded 'morning after' is here!


THE MORNING AFTER

His sisters behavior is getting weirder and weirder. Jacob shakes his head watching them at the breakfast table.

They keep on giving him these strange sideway glances, then looking at each other and giggling.

"I'm sure you're hungry, a growing boy needs his food." Rachel says as she puts pancakes on his plate giving him a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Sorry we didn't have any sausage, I know you like your meat." Rachel adds and then both sisters start snickering.

Jacob shakes his head. Weird, definitely weird. Why would he want sausage for breakfast? And it wasn't like sausage was an ingredient in any of his favorite courses either.

"Did you bring in the wood for the fireplace last night?" Rebecca asks and Rachel bursts out in another round of giggles.

"Huh?" Jacob asks dumbly, he feels even more confused. What wood? It's summer, they usually don't use the fireplace during the summer.

Then they start talking about laundry.

"Maybe it's time to do your laundry Jake? We've decided that you should do your own laundry from now on, and be sure to remember to wash your own sheets separately from ours."

That doesn't make any sense. First of all he changed sheets a couple of days ago, when it was laundry day. Secondly doesn't it make much more sense to wash all their sheets together in the same wash, just like they always do? It's much more rational and better for the environment too. Thirdly laundry was not one of his chores. His sisters and him had agreed that if he was the one to do those kind of things his sisters found disgusting like clearing clogged plumbing for instance, they would do laundry and cook, and he would wash the dishes and they all took turns in vacuuming.

Rebbecca yawns theatrically, "I'm tired. Didn't get much sleep last night."

"Yeah, me neither. How about you Jake, did you have a hard time sleeping? " Rachel asks.

He looks at them astonished and shakes his head.

"No." he answers feeling confused about the topic.

Then they proceed to talk loudly about buying earplugs so they can sleep in peace at night without disturbing noises, giving him pointed looks, like he should understand something by that. If they want to buy earplugs what's that got to do with him? Sure their dad snores, but it isn't that loud. And Jacob doesn't snore, at least not that he is aware of it.

He decides the best method to tackle their weirdness is to ignore them. Besides he is in such a great mood this morning and he doesn't want to ruin his high by asking them why they behave odder than usual. He feels extremely rejuvenated and relaxed so he couldn't care less about their strange moods. It could be that the gruesome monster named PMS was approaching, a monster Jacob has learned to fear. Jacob knew that whenever that monster reared its ugly head he either had to make himself invisible or come bearing gifts of chocolate and offers of foot massages to placate the monster and be able to make it through the day alive. But on the other hand the PMS monster normally wasn't giggling or using that teasing tone, the PMS monster was angry and yelled, so it had to be something else. Jacob shrugs for himself and keeps shoveling down the pancakes.

That's when his hears his dad wheeling around the living room like he is looking for something.

"Have any of you kids seen my orthopedic pillow? I was going to take a nap and I really need that pillow."

"You need help looking?" Rebecca asks and goes to their father's aid.

Jacob freezes. Uh-oh. He hasn't thought of an explanation to the sudden absence of that pillow. He was so caught up in his glorious moment yesterday night that he really didn't think about the morning after. All he could think about yesterday was...uhm, how to put this... humping it...and it didn't help that his penis was doing all the thinking.

Jacob had noticed that Champion, as his magnificent friend was named, tended not plan very far ahead and never seemed to think of the morning after. Jacob would never criticize Champion but it was true that Champion was a little short-sighted at times. Champion was easily excitable and impulsive, and he was also very domineering. Jacob wasn't the type to follow anyone's lead, but Champion was very demanding and Jacob found it difficult denying Champion anything he had taken a liking to, not that he really wanted to deny Champion anything, and last night Champion had taken a liking to his dad's orthopedic pillow.

Jacob loved spoiling Champion and giving him what he wanted, but Champion wasn't spoiled rotten, because he still hadn't gotten any of the things he wanted the most. Jacob felt as if Champion and he often, but not always, were of one mind. And luckily what he and Champion desired the most was the same thing. Leah Clearwater's body. Sure Jacob also wanted her heart, and Champion didn't begrudge him that desire, they had come to an understanding that if Jacob got her heart they both would share her body. A win-win situation.

Jacob loved Champion just as much as a father would love his son, of that he was certain. He had chosen the name carefully, with the same amount of deliberation any proud parent put in the naming of their beloved and very talented child. He had chosen a name that showed the greatness of his friend, because his friend was perfect, something to be admired, and a great companion. He had quite a few names to choose from. First he had considered to simply name him God, because his friend truly behaved like a god. He had also considered Emperor or Ruler of the Universe or Conqueror. Then he thought of Hero or Ace, but decided on the name of Champion. A perfect name to capture the fact that his Champion was simply the greatest. He had this raw power that Jacob knew all real champions possess, because that is what makes someone a winner, and his friend Champion definitely was a winner.

He had of course named the faithful companions to his friend too. The second in command in the band of brother's was his right ball, the one that had that angrily popping vein that made it look vicious. He was Jacob's favorite of the two twins and was thus named with the fitting Chief Junior Black. The other twin, whom Jacob also love dearly, was named Wolfman Black, Protector of the tribe.

Anyway, after Champion and his loyal brother's had completed their mission last night and conquered the pillow, Jacob had fallen straight asleep.

When he woke up to his sisters call for breakfast and the delicious scent of blueberry pancakes, he had forgotten all about the pillow. He had jumped straight out of bed to eat, because he was hungry like a wolf, just like he always was when Champion and his brothers had won a great battle not giving his conquest a second thought.

"There it is! On Jake's bedroom floor." he hears Rebecca call and that's when he finally unfreezes and rushes from the table, breakfast only half eaten. He can't have Rebecca or his father picking it up, because Champion's and his brother's mission should remain a secret one.

Jacob is fast and reaches his bedroom at the same time as his dad. The pillow lies on his bedroom floor, luckily turned so that the hole doesn't show.

"WAIT!" Jacob shouts.

Jacob's shout makes Rebecca stop dead in her tracks, turning her head to stare at Jacob, but still half bent with her hand dangerously extended with the intention of grabbing a hold of the pillow. Jacob's heart thumps a frantic rhythm as he tries to think of something, anything to say to stop his secret from spilling out.

"Uh..my neck, my neck is hurting real bad and I need to lay down right now." Jacob explains in a frenzy as he makes a dive for the pillow and flings himself with the pillow in a vice grip onto his bed.

"Maybe it's all the night time activity that makes your neck hurt." his sister comments wryly and marches away.

What?!

"You know the walls are really thin Jacob!" she shouts over her shoulder.

Jacob looks after her with his mouth hanging open and feels his cheeks, his entire face start to burn as realization hits him. They had heard him? And that's what they had been commenting about the entire time during breakfast. Shit! Shit! Shit! Stupid sisters! Why were they lying awake spying on him?

His dad wheels closer to Jacob with an amused expression on his face.

"Maybe you should keep the pillow Jake, and I'll buy myself a new one. And next time, don't take someone else's belongings if you're use them for your entertainment."

Could his father know what he had done with the pillow?

Jacob has learned his lesson of not blaming his actions on other's, but even if he hadn't, he would never let Champion, The chief Junior Black or Wolfman Black, the protector of the tribe take the fall. He would protect those three with his life and keep their secrets safe!

"I don't know what you're talking about." he manages to stutter.

"Sure, sure!" his dad laughs and wheels himself out.

Jacob hides in his room for a long time, until he feels it's safe to leave his room without the risk of meeting his sisters.

It had been awkward and embarrassing yesterday but after he talked with his dad he didn't feel mortified about being caught watching the porn. And his sisters and Leah had not seen the circle jerk thing so it wasn't that bad, they had just witnessed the aftermath. He had felt as he had nothing to be ashamed of even if it wasn't any of his finer moments. He and his friends had simply been curious and experimented and had made a mistake, but everyone could make mistakes. And he had been so sure that he wouldn't make that mistake again. But now he obviously had gone and made a new mistake. What if they told Leah about that? They wouldn't, would they? At least they didn't know what he had done with the pillow, and at least they hadn't seen him in action. Just hearing it, it couldn't be that bad, right? He hadn't been that loud, had he? Sure some of the sounds might have slipped out, but didn't he keep it real quiet?

After running these and several similar questions over in his head, he decides that it wasn't that bad, that his sisters probably hadn't heard much at all and that he should face it like a man, and come out of his hiding. Besides it was time to go and see his girl!

This time he remembers to hide the pillow. He even puts the pillow case back on, in case someone would find it.

When he approaches the Clearwater's to meet up with his beautiful girl, both he and Champion get excited about the images that Jacob is creating in his head, like rolling around on the lawn kissing wildly and grinding against her - that image is one that Champion especially likes, because Champion loves when he gets to touch and feel - or making out on Leah's bed and squeezing Leah's butt.

Jacob whistles happily but his whistling comes to an abrupt stop at the horrifying sight before him.

His girl is climbing to sit behind Sam on his dirt bike, taking the extra helmet from his hands, putting it on. Then her hands grab Sam's waist as he starts revving the engine.

Jacob runs. He has to stop her! Stop her before its too late.

"Leah!" He calls desperately waving his hands, trying to get her attention. She turns her head looking Jacob staright in the eye as Sam speeds away on the dirt road. Leah's eyes are still locked on Jacob's as she is carried away, further and further away from him, and Jacob can do nothing but stare miserably as Leah becomes smaller and smaller and then disappears completely from sight.

Pure agony is written on his face as he keeps on staring after her at the empty road, wishing for her to return, wishing for it to be a bad dream. The anguish he is feeling making him stumble to his knees. It feels like the sun has disappeared behind a dark cloud never to be seen again. Champion feels it too, and no pillow or handlotion would cheer him up right now. Both Jacob and Champion are grieving, both awaiting the return of Leah Clearwater.

AN: Thank you everyone for the reviews. Keep reviewing!

That was the dreaded 'morning after'. I decided not to humiliate him too much, since his little heart is breaking...