As stated in the quick note in the chapter before this, this chapter is happening at the same time as the last. It's from two different people's points of view. R&R

Paul's other Hole

~Jakes Pov~

His Alpha looked over at him with his hands on his hips and a raised eyebrow.

"Look I don't care if you are Alpha Sam. I am NOT removing that from him."

Jacob stated as he crossed his arms over his chest. He knew he could make him. Jake just really, reallllly hoped that he wouldn't.

He watched Sam sigh and shake his head.

"Jake. He's passed out and it's just a stick."

"Yeah and he's your best friend." he shot back then he added, "I don't ask you to remove anything from Quil or Embry's asses." By then his voice had elevated to a panicked half yell.

Sam's eyes snap up to him. "Keep your voice down" he hissed, " and It was YOUR best friend that got him drunk and in this situation in the first place!"

Jake turned and walked in a little circle, trying to think of anything that might get him out of doing it.

"Then…then wait till one of them wakes up and have them do it." he sputtered in a quiet plea.

"It's already been in there overnight Jake. You know the longer it stays the tighter it's going to get around it and it's going to be harder to get out."

Jacob huff out a breath and looked up at the sky through the trees and about half-whispered and fully whined "Why?.. Do.. you.. guys.. HATE.. me?"

Sams' rumbling laugh made him turn around and glare at his Alpha. "FINE... Fine… let's just get this over with."

It was an extremely uncomfortable situation that he didn't want anyone to know he'd had any part in. Looking around at the thick brush in front of him, hopefully hiding them from his back yard he asked Sam, "Do you think anyone can see in here?"

Especially not Charlie. That particular man was at the moment sitting in his living room getting ready to watch the football game like he always did every Sunday since before Jake could remember. If he found out and told Bella, Jake wouldn't ever be able to show his face again.

He watched Sam tip his head to the side to peek around the bush towards his back porch. "Nah. I mean. They'd probably be able to see Paul's upper body from your porch, but even then, it would just be from his chest up."

They both looked down to study the body in on the ground. "Ok, so how do we do this?" Jacob glanced over at Sam.

"Well, I think you're going to have to push it in a little further, move it around to open it up wider to pull it out. Quickly" after a moment's pause, he added, "Very quickly."

Jake narrowed his eyes at his Alpha, "He's going to be pissed. You know that right?"

Sam nodded but said, "Look, he'll be mad at first because he's going to wake up when you pull it out and it's going to hurt. But once he calms down, he'll be glad that we helped him pull it out. It's not exactly in a spot that he'd be able to do it himself easily without causing himself a lot more pain. After we'll take him to my place to let him heal completely."

Not that he didn't believe his Alpha, Jake just wasn't so sure about Paul being all that grateful.

"I am kicking the shit out of Quil for getting them drunk. He's the whole reason that it got stuck in his ass in the first place."

Almost as an after-thought, Jake muttered, "We might not want to let him and Quil alone around each other for a long time."

His Alpha nodded while still looking down. "Yep. Ok, here's how this is going to go. You're going to grab the stick push it in swirl it around and pull it out. Remember, Very fucking Quickly."

Jake's stomach started turning at just the thought of pushing that stick further into Paul's ass cheek. He hated that he was fixing to have to hurt one of his pack brothers and that it would probably take both him and his alpha to calm the already volatile wolf down. But they'd all been there to help one another in the past. Even if it was over stupid shit.

Taking a moment to consider what was about to happen, Jacob decided that he really didn't want to be naked if it garnered any kind of outside attention.

"Dude, I think we should put on pants for this though. Just in case."

"Yeah, I'm sure Paul would appreciate that too." Sam agreed as he walked over to one of the tree stumps and grabbed two pairs of shorts, throwing a pair to Jacob.

Having done that, they stood there for a minute before Sam said, "We better get this over with." His Alpha looked stoic as ever but Jake could hear the humor in the tone of his voice.

"Just so you know," Jake told him, "the next time you're dealing with whatever these idiots get up to."

At that, Sam did laugh, "Yeah, yeah, Beta but for right now you're the one that's going to be pulling the stick out of Paul's ass." then added, "literally for once."

Jake grumbled under his breath as he walked over then looked back at Sam.

"Quick, right?"

Sam nodded at him.

Jacobs turned his head to the side, like somehow not facing the stick in Paul's ass head-on was going to make it better. Then lightning fast, he grabbed the stick rotated it.

But before he could pull it free, Paul came up off the ground cursing and jerking forward. Essentially pulling himself off the stick as Jake held it still.

It took them about a half a second to register everything that had just happened. Then they both looked at each other and then quickly followed to where Paul had leapt out of the trees screaming at the top of his lungs "SON OF A MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN BITCH. SOMEONE IS GOING TO FUCKING DIE!" right before he phased in mid-air in the middle of Jacob's back yard.

At the same time, they heard the panicked shout, "WHAT THE HELL", of Charlie Swan. Along with gunshots being fired.

The next thing they knew, Paul had yelped a couple of times while hauling ass back towards them as more bullets flew by their packmate.

At that point, Sam and Jake felt that it was probably time that they phase. The silver wolf tore by them in the direction of the beach like his tail was set on fire. They couldn't believe how fast Paul was moving as they tried to catch up.

Jake was behind Sam as they continued into toward the beach. 'Damn Paul slow down, you're running like your tails on fire.'

Sam laughed at the image of Paul having that stick that used to be in his ass cheek on fire as a tail, as the image drifted through Jake's mind.

Paul's angry tone reverberated through their heads, 'Black I'm gonna kick your fucking ass as soon as I get these bullets out and heal."

Jake couldn't help but laugh.~

The memory of that day still left me chuckling and flinching. It was later that same evening as I sat thinking about things that I remembered mouthing off to the Great Spirits the night before.

I promptly looked up at the sky and told them 'Yep. I promise that I won't be doing that again." But with the shit that just keeps on happening with the pack, that promise was as close to a lie as I'd ever told to the "great spirits." My only excuse is a faulty memory when the world around here goes crazy.