A/N: This is a collection of drabbles written for the Fandom Gives Back charity auction.
For terrycornwell
Prompt: Ridiculous
Characters: Edward/Jasper
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Jasper Whitlock stands in the locked bathroom trying to catch a glimpse of himself in the small mirror above the basin. Raising himself up onto the tips of his toes proves to be fruitless, so he scrambles backwards and manages to balance himself on the edge of the bath. The parts of himself that he can see are scaring him.
The things I do for love, he thinks to himself.
"Please don't tell me your chickening out," Edwards voice appears from the other side of the door. "You promised."
"Remind me again how you got me to agree to this?" Jasper whines, tugging at the belt loops of his too-tight jeans.
"There may have been alcohol involved." Jasper can hear the smile in Edward's voice and he can feel his resolve wavering.
"Right." Jasper drags his hand through his normally curly hair, which has been straightened for the occasion.
"I may have promised some inappropriate touching, too," Edward says, casually.
"That would've done the trick," Jasper mumbles, remembering Edward's breath on his neck as he had confessed his fantasy to him. "I look ridiculous," he says, a little louder.
"I'm pretty sure you look sexy as hell." Edward has his face pressed against the door as he whispers his reassurances.
The husky rumble of Edward's voice is enough to finally drive Jasper from the bathroom. He turns the knob slowly and hears the carpet rustle as Edward takes a step back.
Jasper pauses when the door is slightly open. "You do realize that I love you too much?"
"I think you love me just enough," Edward replies, attempting humor but only accomplishing quiet desperation.
Jasper exaggerates a sigh and steps out of the bathroom.
Edward swallows heavily as he takes Jasper in: legs sheathed in tight black skinny jeans that cling to his long, lean legs and hang low on narrow hips; a black t-shirt that barely touches the top of his belt and seems to be melded to his understated, muscular chest. His straightened golden hair falls to his shoulders and his brilliant blue eyes are emphasized by dramatic black liner.
It's the most painfully erotic sight Edward has ever had the pleasure of beholding.
"I told you I look ridiculous," Jasper complains, pulling at the hem of his t-shirt and revealing a perfect patch of pale skin. "I know this is your fantasy, but I don't get it. These emo kids have never done anything for me."
"You're right." Edward's voice is strained. "You look ridiculous."
"Thank you," Jasper throws his hands dramatically in the air.
"Let me help you get rid of these silly tight jeans." Edward pulls roughly at Jasper's belt and smiles wickedly.
"Is this the part where the inappropriate touching starts?" Jasper asks hopefully, running his hands down the length of Edward's firm arms.
Edward's voice is muffled as he tries to speak, his lips already feverishly pressed to Jasper's.
"A promise is a promise."