A/N: I know you're all reading and complaining that I rated this too high. Well, I didn't. This story is rated M for a reason and here's a little taste of why. A little smut action (kinda) at the beginning and alot of Jacob angst afterward. Anyone else wanna smack Jacob and say Stop Waffling, Ya Putz?!
Surrender to Strange Circumstances
Chapter 4: In The Light Of Day
Harry woke hard and aching in the dim and overcast light of a normal Forks day. Flashes of the previous night's dreams flew through his head. Images of honey-bronze skin stretched tight over corded muscle shining with a light sheen of sweat, rising over him, surrounding him, touching places only Harry himself had touched, and even then only in the deepest part of the night with no-one but the stars to see him.
He groaned and slid his hands over his chest, stopping to pull at his nipples, lost in the vision of a head of sleek dark hair bending down, and the phantom feel of soft lips and hot tongue wrapped around them. His hands followed the dark head as it traced a path down his body, nipping and licking its way to his naval. It spent several seconds dipping in and out of the slight indention, crudely mimicking the act he knew was soon to come. One hand slipped down and around, bypassing the area that begged for attention, landing on the place between his balls and hole; pressing down, he gasped at the sensations. The other hand abandoned the teasing touches along his torso and wandered up to his parted lips. His lips clamped shut around his fingers as the scene in his head changed. Now he was on his stomach between hard thighs, slurping steadily at the impressive cock before him.
He was pulled back to reality when he realized he was running his thumb over the head of his own cock. He pulled his soaked fingers out of his mouth and brought them down between his spread legs, lightly stroking the hidden entrance to his body. His longest finger slipped inside, searching for that spongy bundle of nerves that would send shock waves through his body. He reveled in the feeling when he found and pushed on it. The hand on his cock set up an alternate rhythm to the one stroking his prostate. Up and down, in and out, faster and faster as the images in his mind became hotter and his breath became quicker and more labored. As he felt his climax build, the face he couldn't quite see resolved its-self in full and spectacular clarity.
"Jacob…" he whispered as the bubble he had floated on burst and he erupted over his hand and chest. Eyes still closed tightly, he eased himself through the last of his orgasm. As his hand stilled, he felt the curious sensation of falling. He ignored it in favor of basking in the afterglow until the breath whooshed out of his lungs as he hit something solid. His eyes flew open when he realized that the falling feeling was actually falling, not just drifting.
That was odd; he thought to himself, I've never had my magic react that way to waning before. I wonder what caused it. He debated calling Remus and Sirius to see if they had an explanation, but decided not to. There are something's you just don't want to discuss with your parents.
Jacob startled awake, breathing heavily. He lay still for a moment trying to remember whose couch was under his face. Memories of yesterday flooded into his mind. Sam and Emily's place he remembered. When he moved to get up, he felt the cold ooze and squish indicating nighttime journeys of the infinitely satisfying, if vaguely remembered kind. Jacob's head fell back onto the old green couch. This was so embarrassing; Sam was going to have a fit if he ever found out. Well, Jacob was just going to have to flip the cushion over and beat a hasty retreat. He might be Alpha, but Sam could still kick his ass.
After leaving a note for Emily thanking her for letting him stay, Jacob left. He approached the crossroad that would either take him home or back to Forks; he pulled off to the side of the road and turned off the bike. Where to now? If he went home, Harry would most likely still be sleeping, but Billy would be awake the minute he heard the door. Jacob wasn't ready to explain his behavior to his father yet. At the same time he couldn't face Bella yet not after embarrassing himself so badly yesterday. In the end, he decided to skip both for now and go up to La Push Beach. There he could think and rinse off. He could also call Bella and apologize that way. It was a coward's move, but he did not care at the moment.
Jacob stripped off, stashing his clothes near the bike. He waded into the ocean near the rocks, feet automatically searching for the rope kept anchored there even as his hands roamed his lower body using the cold seawater to remove the dried flakes of his own seed. He found the rope and attached the cuff to his ankle and laid back into the softly sloshing water. Lacing his hands behind his head, Jacob thought.
He thought about his initial reaction to a stranger in his territory and why he was so dead set against it. It wasn't like the truth was hidden, there were books all over, Bella had one, but what kept the secret really was the human's unwillingness to believe in anything 'abnormal'. So really, what was the problem?
The problem, he realized, was pride. The Council thought it was the end all and be all of tribe affairs. In the past, that had worked, but now things were different. It wasn't just the tribe anymore, now it was tribe and pack, and while the pack belonged to the tribe, they were separate too. They had their own chain of command, owing only token obedience to the Council. It should have been a joint decision between Pack and Council, something to remedy in the future. Now, what was done was done, and Harry was here.
Harry himself, was a whole different problem. Denial only went so far and Jacob was going to have to own up to some things or he was going to break. Was he attracted to Harry? Oh, yes. Had he Imprinted on Harry? Most likely. Was he going to do something about it? That was a good question. There was something off about that man, but Jacob couldn't put his finger on what. He spoke strangely and he used words that sounded made up. What was a 'Muggle' and who really believed dragons existed? Maybe it was time to take Harry up on his offer; a secret for a secret. Then he would decide what to do about the attraction issue.
Jacob took a deep breath, ducked under the water and detached the cuff from his ankle. Now all he had to do was figure out how to apologize to Harry and Bella and make things right. He would start with Bella, she was used to him acting like a jackass and she would probably help him with making things right with Harry. Resolved, he swam to shore, pulled on his shorts and called Bella.