Title: Pretty Boy – The Rainbow Outtake

Author: addicted-to-romione-bedward

Beta: harrytwifan

Rating: M

Word count: 3,669

Disclaimer: Twilight isn't mine. The main story (The Rainbow) is inspired by Queer as Folk, which again, I don't own. Not even the song, of course.

Summary: The beginning of The Rainbow told in Jasper's point of view. Written for LLS fandom fundraiser.

I came in like a wrecking ball
I never hit so hard in love
All I wanted was to break your walls
All you ever did was wreck me

Miley Cyrus – Wrecking Ball

JPOV

After the worst blow job I'd ever received, I decided it was time to head home.

Alone. Unsatisfied.

Fuck.

I raised my hand in goodbye to Pete, who was holding the bar, chatting with the bartender. He waved back, frowning at my early departure.

As the cold air outside hit me, I shivered, zipped up my jacket, and pulled out a cigarette. My fucking lighter decided to rebel against me when I needed it the most.

The world was conspiring against me. Since this morning when Alice poured her coffee over me, continuing to a couple hopeless patients—though I was determined to make them better —then my day from hell culminated to no Jim Beam at the bar and the fumbling idiot who tried blowing me.

I flicked, annoyed at my expensive lighter, hoping by some miracle it would work. A hand holding a disposable lighter appeared in front of my smoke.

Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for me to get laid.

Allowing the Good Samaritan to light my smoke, I stared into his eyes. I'd never seen such a shade of green before, like the ripe grass. Long lashes framed his beautiful eyes, and fuck me, he had a mouth meant to suck dick.

I could tell he was trying to be brave, and holding his lighter to me was probably the most daring thing he'd ever done, but what the fuck ever.

Inhaling the nicotine, I regarded the man in front of me. He truly was pretty, and somehow, I'd missed him before if he frequented this place.

"I've never seen you around here. Are you new in town?"

"Lived here all my life," he answered, staring at me, dazed.

It was nice to see the effect I had on the queers around me, especially those I met for the first time. Though, his words made me frown.

"I'd have remembered such a pretty face as yours." I'm good with faces, especially pretty ones. Since my motto is 'Never the same man, never an underage twink' I have to remember faces.

He shrugged, looking positively embarrassed.

Christ. If he was anything like the guy I had a few months back—he was the shiest thing when we met at Rainbow, then turned into a wild thing once we got back to my place.

I had to find out if this pretty face was the same. I had a feeling he was more than a pretty face, but the fuck if I cared. All that mattered was the fuck, then they left. And when they saw me at Rainbow, they pointed and whispered to their friends about our night together.

"Want to see my bedroom ceiling?" I smirked, flicking some ash, never taking my eyes off him.

An internal battle was taking place inside him, and I bit my lip as I watched many emotions cross his face—shock, confusion, determination, fear? Fear. Shit. Before I could add anything else to my fucked-up pick-up line, because seriously that was the most stupid thing I'd said in my life…

"Uh, sure. My mom's an interior designer."

"How sweet." I rolled my eyes. Like I want to hear about his mommy. "So, are you coming with me?" I regarded him curiously. I was horny as fuck, and if I put my mind to it, I could just fucking snatch an innocent passer-by and take him home. Though, I wanted this guy.

He had a goofy smile as he nodded.

Good. I turned to walk to my car. When I didn't hear him behind me, I stopped, looking over my shoulder. "Coming, or what?" Seriously. There needs to be coming involved. Soon.

He quickly followed me.

"Cool ride," the pretty face said in admiration.

I smirked, staring at my most prized possession. I liked to call the i8 my midlife crisis gift to myself.

Pete told me people buy something significant when they hit the big three-oh, so I bought a car. When he and Rile saw it, they said they were talking about something less extravagant.

At least someone seemed to agree with me, and I eagerly shared my joy over buying the BMW.

We couldn't get home fast enough. The way he kept shifting in the seat next to me, his soapy scent filling my nostrils, made me painfully hard.

Arriving home, I rushed him inside, punched the alarm code, before leading him up the stairs. I started undressing on the stairs, eager to get into him the second we were in my bedroom, but there he was, standing awkwardly in front of me. Fully dressed, might I add.

"Are you going to gawk at me, or take your clothes off and join me?" I rolled my underwear down my legs and took my socks off.

As much as I secretly appreciated the impact I had on him, I needed to get off, and for that he had to be naked, too.

When he finally took his clothes off, he managed to stumble and fall to his knees in front of me. It was too funny. I couldn't help but comment.

"If you wanted to suck me, you could've asked."

Dear God. He was a natural at sucking dick. My fingers tangled in his soft hair, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper.

Of course. He had a gag reflex.

I pulled out, knowing it would ruin the fun if he insisted.

"We can try this later. Now, I want to fuck you," I said, helping him stand.

He moaned, touching himself. I smirked, pushing him on the bed. He watched me in anticipation as I grabbed supplies from the nightstand. One look at him told me I'd need more than one condom.

As I hovered over him, pushing the hair out of his raw green eyes, I realized he was having an internal battle. Again.

"Nervous?" I almost snorted. It was normal. I had guys feeling nervous before feeling my nine inch cock inside them for the first and only time.

The pretty face nodded, staring at me with wide eyes.

As I heated some lube in my palms, I asked a ridiculous question, but his nerves meant one thing.

"First time?" Hard to believe, though. So pretty and a virgin?

He nodded again, looking embarrassed as hell.

It will be an honor, Pretty. "I'll go slowly. Now, if you'd lean back and raise your knees…"

The only other virgin I'd been with was Pete. Many years ago.

Fuck, he was tight.

I liked my asses tight, but I'd forgotten how a virgin ass felt. I did my best to relax him, hoping I wouldn't embarrass myself once inside. That would be exactly what I needed to end my day from hell.

Then this pretty face would go around saying what a lousy fuck I was. No. I couldn't have that.

I shouldn't have worried about coming prematurely, because he sure did. The second my fingers brushed his prostate, he clenched around me, shooting his load. Pulling my fingers out, I took a moment to stare at his fluttering hole before rolling a condom on my dick and pushing in.

Fuuuuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He clenched around me like a vice.

His hand pressed against my stomach, as if to make me stop. Not a chance.

"Relax. The discomfort will be gone soon."

He didn't relax, making it difficult to move, but I tried. I also rubbed my thumb across his thigh, in a vain attempt to relax him. When the miracle happened, I was able to go deeper.

Leaning over him, I pushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes again. I had to see his mesmerizing eyes. He was going to be one of those fucks I'd always remember, and not only because I took his innocence away.

"You're so pretty." I heard myself saying.

What the fuck? Since when do I talk during fucking?

I got a loud moan for an answer as I rammed his prostate. It brought back my confidence.

I moved slowly, keeping a steady rhythm to get used to his tightness and have him comfortable. Until he begged for more. It was all I needed to hear. Hooking his legs on my shoulders, around my neck, I started my usual hard fucking and had him screaming in moments. I was quite pleased he lasted for a whole minute before shooting...and I was right there with him.

The last time I'd come at the same time with my trick of the night...I had no idea if it ever happened.

I pulled out and went to throw away the condom. Once back in my room, I expected him dressed and ready to leave, so obviously I stopped in my tracks, shocked to find him fast asleep lying diagonally on my bed.

I bumped my knee into his foot, dangling off the bed. "You need to leave."

Fuck. They never stayed over.

"Five more minutes, Mom," he slurred, flopping on his side and snuggling with my pillow.

Mom?

What kind of pussy did I just fuck? Did he still live with his mommy? No wonder he was still untouched until a few minutes ago.

Crawling next to him, I decided to get some shut eye and hope when I woke up he'd be gone.

It didn't happen.

But I found the advantages of my trick staying the night. When he rolled over me, effectively waking me up not long after I'd managed to fall asleep, I felt his hardness against my hip. Pouring some lube on my hand, I brought my fingers to his ass and started playing with his hole. He shifted against me, moaning softly, until I pumped two fingers into him.

He shot up, staring at me in confusion, then a small smile appeared on his pretty face.

"Hey," he murmured groggily.

Seriously. Who says 'hey' when he has fingers up his ass?

I pushed against his shoulder until he was facing the mattress, and I was where I wanted—behind him. This time around he lasted longer, and I managed to hold more, too.

Exhausted, I fell next to him, and the last thing I saw before sleep took me was his bright eyes and a goofy smile. The things that made him happy. I planned on having him at least one more time before shoving him out of my house and life.

The next time, he woke me, his lips around my hard dick. It was the best way to wake up, and it made me question my rules. If all my tricks would wake me with a blow job, I'd let them stay the night.

I could see the first rays of light, and decided we had to try how spacious my shower was. But after he finished with the blow job. For a virgin, he was quite talented, and I wondered how experienced he actually was.

Later, in the shower, I had him splayed against the tiled wall, ramming into him from behind. He kept moaning, louder and louder, grabbing my hair as we kissed frantically. It occurred to me it was our first kiss, so I made it worthwhile, exploring his mouth deeply.

After the long shower, we got dressed. He pulled on his horrid jeans and loose t-shirt, before sitting on the bed to put his socks on. My ritual of getting dressed took longer. I felt like grey today, and after some browsing. I came across my Gucci suit and my light pink Armani shirt. As I buttoned up my shirt, I caught his eyes in the mirror.

He turned red, looking away for a second, before meeting my eyes again. I watched as he opened and closed his mouth. When I was tying my slim gray tie, he cleared his throat.

"I'm Edward."

I tried really hard not to laugh, but a snort escaped my mouth. "A little late for introductions, don't you think?"

Edward licked his lips, shrugging. "I guess it didn't come up." He eyed me expectantly.

"Jasper," I muttered. "Would you mind waiting downstairs? I need to make an important phone call." I had to get distance from him.

It was too much.

He'd stayed the night.

We'd fucked three times.

And now he was making introductions.

Sulking, he left the room.

"Don't steal anything!" I shouted, realizing I'd allowed a stranger to wander around my house.

The fuck am I doing?

My pretext of a phone call turned into a pep talk in the mirror.

We're going to drive him to his car, or his house—No, the temptation will be too strong. Back to Rainbow, then he can go wherever the fuck he wants.

We're going to forget him and his tight ass.

We're going to find the hottest guy tonight and fuck Edward out of the system.

You heard that? No more Edward. I don't care if you liked his ass.

Fuck, I was going crazy...talking to my dick.

Downstairs, I found him perched on a stool, tracing invisible lines on my counter.

I stood in the doorway, thinking of the very reason why they never stayed the night. It was this awkward moment of 'Where do I take you?', 'You won't see me again', 'We can't fuck again' I hated so much. They usually called a cab, or if they followed me in their own car, better.

"We should go," I said, frowning at his sad, pretty face.

His usually bright eyes had lost their light. "Uh… sure." As he approached me, shuffling his feet, my dick twitched.

"You start early?" Edward asked, standing so close I could smell my shower gel on him.

"Yes." It was a huge lie. I'd probably be the first at work; me and the cleaning staff.

He bit his lips, making me groan. "Don't. Just don't. I literally can't go another time. You know, changing the digits in your age does make a difference, especially when you hit the dreadfully three-oh."

Why the fuck did I just tell him that? Why?

It didn't matter anyway. I had him. It wasn't like I'd scare him off, which was part of the plan.

His eyes bugged out a little, and if I wasn't mistaken, there was a fine line of sweat at his temple.

Sure it freaked him out, he'd fucked an old guy—which I wasn't. He appeared to be in college. A freshman, I estimated.

I drove him back to Rainbow where he'd left his car. He stalled for a few moments after I stopped at the mouth of the alley, before turning to me and leaning closer.

It was my turn to freak. I pulled away, glaring.

The fuck? No goodbye kisses!

"Get out," I hissed.

"See you?" He sounded hopeful.

"Sure," I said indifferently. You'd see me at the bar picking up a new trick and taking him to the backroom or home. He looked crushed enough, so I chose not to say it out loud.

If only I knew he'd turn into the stalker type…

For the rest of the week, he appeared at the club, hovering around. I did my best to ignore him and made sure he wasn't aware of how aware of him I was, especially my dick. It had an Edward radar.

Edward. I rolled my eyes. What kind of screwed up parents call their child Edward, in this century?

I actually felt bad for him. Crazy name, living with mommy, and such a pretty face….what a waste.

It was on Friday night when the apogee of his stalking reached the peak.

I was chatting with Rile outside Rainbow, waiting for Peter, who said he'd arrive in five—and that was half an hour ago. Edward interrupted my bitching over my day at work, when he stopped next to us.

"Hey."

I had a strong sense of dejà-vu of him saying that with my fingers up his ass, in a sleepy voice, looking rumpled. No! I pushed away these thoughts.

"Hello?" Riley looked at him confused.

Fuck. Why did you acknowledge him? I wanted to shout at my friend, but he had no idea. Which meant I had to explain to him about my personal stalker.

"Come on, let's head inside. I'm sick of waiting for the drama queen."

I didn't wait for either of them to move, already walking inside the club, away from Edward and his green eyes, which looked bigger and more honest in his glasses.

I shouldn't have been surprised to see Peter dancing, several admirers around him. Pushing past them, I wrapped my arms around his neck, smirking when he jumped and opened his eyes. He always went into a trance when he danced.

A sheepish smile appeared on his face.

"Asshole."

I pecked his lips.

"I saw you smoking with Rile, and thought you'd come in when you were done."

"You were supposed to meet with us outside. Whatever." I moved closer as the song changed. "He's here."

"Who?"

"Pretty Boy."

"Well, ignore him. Choose a guy and forget about him." Meet Peter—the voice of reason.

"Don't you think I've tried? For the past week? I can't forget that ass."

"You're so screwed," he whispered.

Before I could comment, I was being pulled out of Peter's arms and a warm, soft mouth covered mine. Not that I objected to kissing, but I preferred to at least know who I was kissing.

The smell of soap was all the hint I needed. Surprising myself, instead of pushing him as far away as humanly possible, I pulled Edward closer, kissing him deeper.

Fuck. I'd missed his mouth, his taste, his hands in my hair.

"Damn, I must have been too drunk to remember what a good kisser you are." It was a lie, of course.

"Do you remember my ass, too? It misses you." Well, he was cheeky and witty. A new side of him.

A little cock up the ass could change someone's behavior one-eighty. Not that my cock was little or anything.

We danced. He wasn't graceful at all, but it made him cute, especially in these glasses. We made small talk about his necessity to wear said glasses, and I surprised myself yet again complimenting him.

As the night wore on, we hit the bar, and when Riley took Edward on the dance floor, I tried not to walk over and pick up my Pretty Boy, haul him over my shoulder, and take him to a safe place—my house.

We did end up back at my place. Eventually.

The whole weekend was a huge fuck-fest. I couldn't get enough of him.

And when he started talking to me about his life, his only friend, and silly random shit, I knew I was in deep trouble. I did my best to say as little as possible about me.

Everything came to a crashing end on Monday morning.

I made the mistake of asking if he wanted me to drive him home. He started babbling, but I caught the gist of it. His current clothes weren't school-approved.

My stomach dropped and I felt sick. Fear gripped me.

"How old are you?"

"Is my age a problem?" His voice wavered.

"If you're a minor…" I gripped the edge of the sink for support. "Tell me you're legal." Please, for the love of God. Be eighteen, at least. "Edward, tell me. I'll try to be understanding."

"Nineteen." He looked quite smug of the huge fat lie he threw at me.

I raised a brow, trying not to smile. There was nothing funny about the situation, though Edward trying to lie was too cute.

"Eighteen?" He tried again.

I wasn't sure what he was seeing on my face, but if he went any lower, I might hit my head against the wall at how stupid I was. Should I start carding my tricks? For fuck's sake!

"Okay! Fine. I'm seventeen. Big fucking deal."

Big fucking deal indeed.

I took a calming breath. "I had two fucking simple rules—never fuck the same guy twice, and never do an underage twink. You're both."

I should have smelled twink all over him.

Looking back, everything pointed to how young he was: his mommy comment, his virginity, his clinging, his stalking, thinking he stood another chance...which he did. And lost it all with his age confirmation.

"Riley said I'm the exception," he protested softly.

I tried not to explode at Riley and his big fucking mouth. We bickered for a few minutes until I told him to grab a shirt from my closet, only to be done with the whole fiasco. The second I dropped him off wherever the fuck he wanted, he was going to be out of my life.

At school, I parked at the edge of the lot, waiting for him to get out. He didn't.

"Don't start weeping like a little queen," I hissed when I thought I heard a sniff.

My brutal comment made him fly out of the car. It made me feel horrible though.

He was seventeen. It wasn't his fucking fault.

I quickly got out too, meeting him at the hood of my car. In my arms, he sagged and started sobbing. My expensive suit was going to be ruined.

"Shh. Don't cry. Here, have my card. I don't want to see you anywhere near Rainbow. You're too young for that shit."

Why I gave him my card or attempted to be his friend was beyond me.

I even had the misfortune to meet his friend, Bella. She confused me with Prince Charming.

As I drove to work, my head was full of Edward and the ramification of my actions.

If anyone, especially his parents, found out—I was screwed, as Peter not so nicely pointed out.

Then there was this insane pull to be around him, to own that ass and keep him safe.

Pretty Boy was growing on me, and the mere idea of it scared me shitless.