Will Meddle For Porn
Wisps of blonde hair drifted about, capturing the attention of many a man stuck waiting in the receiving area of the airport, all but one more than disappointed at the glint of a ring on that special finger. The blonde, however, waited impatiently against the counter next to her fidgeting mountain of a husband. The plane had landed what seemed like hours ago and yet not a single soul was to be seen emerging from the gray, plastic walls of the docking station walkway. Frustrated to no end, the young and beautiful Rosalie let out a huff of air, ready to give the attendants a piece of her mind when an elderly woman hobbled around the corner.
Dropping her shoulders in relief, both she and her burly man Emmett let the thought finally breeze through their minds as passenger by passenger the plane from Moscow was at last emptied. Among the multitudinous fliers, and one of the last to exit the mechanical beast, was the one she called brother.
But a year younger, Jasper was no less handsome with his somewhat long blonde curls mussed about due to tossing about on an uncomfortable flight. Long, lean arms stretched high above him in an attempt to undo the knots created by cramped seats before rubbing his big brown eyes and settling in his pockets. Impossible though it seemed, he appeared to have grown leaner in the past few years, despite the rigorous training he had been through as part of the Spetsnaz.
He was immediately pulled into a welcoming hug and thoroughly inspected precedent to being properly introduced to his little sister's 'other half'. Hands were shaken as pleasantries were exchanged and Rosalie began to ramble about not only her new husband, but her new in-laws as well once they set about their walk to the car. Emmett managed to get a word in every now and then as Jasper listened silently, patiently to the myriad of stories the two had to tell. The car ride home was much the same and he was more than content to gaze out the window, into the passing streets of his old town Forks. It's weather was quite similar to the large city of Moscow, sans the considerable amount of rain.
Quite surprised was he by the long driveway leading up to a very sizable...could you even call it a house anymore? Whatever it was he was quite impressed with both the sheer size and beauty of the place. It was nice to know that even in coming back to the states, not all of the greenery had been reduced to concrete and dirt. In fact, he found himself surrounded by a nice patch of lush forestry.
Grabbing the one bag he had brought back with him, he pushed open the car door and took a moment to absorb everything, breathe in the crisp air of the forest that surrounded him. His trance was only broken when he heard his name called, his captivating sister motioning for him to follow, and with a heavy, tired sigh he obeyed.
Inside was much more spacious than he could have ever thought, and a hell of a lot cleaner than any place he had stayed in during his trip to Russia. The deep woods and earthy colors made it rather cozy, homey even. Glancing down at his shoes he decided it would be rather rude to walk all over their floors with them considering the muddy condition they were in, so he left them by the front door before stepping in.
Met with numerous unfamiliar faces, he found himself feeling rather uncomfortable. The older looking couple, though nowhere near 'old', were obviously the owners of the house and in all likelihood his new mother and father in-law. Emmett he had already been introduced to and the little pixie-like lady was practically shaking with excitement, her face looked ready to burst her smile was so big. She was a good foot and a half shorter than everyone else, at least, and it seemed impossible to fit so much excitement into such a small young woman.
Rosalie proudly introduced her infamous brother Jasper to her, their new family. Their real family had passed when they were much younger and it had always just been the two of them, so he was glad to see she finally had more than just him to be there and support her.
Other introductions were made as Carlisle, a doctor, and Esmé, a home designer, welcomed him with open arms, indicating that quite a bit had been said about him. Alice was more than happy to introduce herself as she pranced over to him, arms wrapped eagerly around his waist as she rambled (rather quickly) about all the things she'd heard and hoped to learn about him. Being the loner that he was, he fought the urge to just shove her away, thought it didn't go unnoticed by most. It took a few tries to finally get her to back off, but she finally settled down enough for her parents to invite him to stay for dinner, to which his sister replied for him.
Alice, bouncing around enthusiastically, pulled his bag from his grasp as he was led into the kitchen. The very high end, very...shiny kitchen. Pushed into a seat, Rosalie got straight to the point, "So where do you plan on staying now that you're back? I hear most places are taken up by all the new college kids."
The rest of the family seemed pretty interested in knowing the answer to that question too as several of them perked up. "My apartment," was the short, sweet reply.
"You still have that dinky old place?" was the somewhat snippy response, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the thought of it. "I thought you got rid of that dump when you went to train off in Russia for three years. How did you even manage to keep paying for it from so far away?"
A shrug was the only response she got as he rubbed at the knots in the back of his neck. Too many cramped spaces for too long, he thought to himself as he rolled his neck and shoulders. As his joints cracked and snapped with no amount of silence, his sister gave him a disturbed look at the sound. "The least you could do is take of that rancid jacket of yours," she said with a roll of her eyes.
Immediately Alice jumped up to take it from a very hesitant Jasper. There was a long pause before he shrugged it off, his wife beater revealing a bit more than most in the room were ready for. Scars, both large and small, deep and superficial, lined his back, chest and arms in varying patterns. Several bruises, though still in the process of healing, were quite visible in their sickening greens and purples.
Being the doctor that he was, Carlisle's interest had definitely been piqued. "What kind of training did you say he'd gone for?" he asked Rosalie, eyes never leaving the brutally disfigured skin.
"Some Russian something or other," she said, rolling her wrist in disinterest.
"Spetsnaz," Jasper corrected. Confused and shocked looks filled the room as he folded his arms and sunk into his chair, staring at the edge of the table in discomfort. He'd always hated when attention was focused solely on him, and he'd gotten enough of an earful about his choices from his sister before he'd left.
"Why on earth you ever decided to throw away three years of your life I will never understand," Rosalie replied spitefully, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair defiantly.
"Rose," Emmett said disbelievingly as Jasper muttered something under his breath at her in Russian. Rolling his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, more than half of the Cullen family gave him apologetic looks, all of which were shrugged away. He'd lived with her all his life, he knew how...difficult she could be. If anything he felt worse for them, especially Emmett.
Drying his hands and tossing the towel to the side, Carlisle stepped up behind his chair, leaning in close to get a better look at the puckered and bruised skin. "May I?"
With a glance behind him and a moment of hesitated silence, the blonde soldier shrugged his consent. He sat still as a rock as gentle hands poked and prodded scars and could tell when he'd found healed bones as he massaged a little harder along the break line. Alice filled the air with her many questions in order occupy the silence. Most of them went unanswered as Esmé chuckled, telling her exuberant daughter to slow down and breathe.
"I don't think she knows how," Rosalie grumbled in reply, which only spurred Alice's immature nature, meaning she stuck her tongue out at her sister in-law. A scowl was her only response as bowls and plates began to make their way to the table.
Resting her hand on her husband's back, she urged Carlisle to sit down and quit bothering their guest. With a genuine thanks, the doctor took his seat as the rest of the table was set and food platters were passed around. Their usual dinner table conversation started up and Jasper only watched in silence, filling his plate with no more than anyone else. It seemed as comfortable and lighthearted as the small house he'd stayed in for the past two years, except with much less drinking.
Alice continually attempted to pry into the mystery that was Rosalie's infamous brother Jasper. It was one thing to hear about someone, it was something completely different to hear it from the person themselves and really get to know them. She was also by that point convinced that both he and her beloved brother Edward would get along marvelously.
When dessert came out he found that both he and Emmett had been given rather generous helpings of whatever cake had been made. Not that he was complaining, he'd learned to take in a lot of food during training, but he'd refused to seem rude, the wink he'd received from his mother in-law easing him some. Which didn't last long when she suggested he stay with them.
"We have more than plenty of room," she explained. "And I know I'm not the only one that would like to get to know the brother Rosalie speaks so highly of. Besides, we're family now," she said, soft smile adorning her features as she rested her hand on his arm reassuringly. He wasn't given much of a choice when everyone else chimed in agreement, and he had a feeling that once they, Alice especially, had decided on something, there was no arguing.
Sighing in defeat, he found himself being half dragged up the stairs by the small pixie. She pointed out each bedroom on the first floor, Carlisle and Esmé's at one end of the hall with a study followed by Rosalie and Emmett's with a spare bathroom at the other end, a couple spare bedrooms in between. Another floor up was Alice's room along with a library, another spare bathroom, and a 'studio' the young pixie used for all of her artsy projects. And of course another couple spare bedrooms. Jasper vaguely found himself wondering why in the hell any family would need that many rooms short of having enough people to fill them.
Leading him to one of the spare rooms, she opened the door to the same room she'd dropped his bag off in. Sparse in furniture there was only a queen sized bed, a somewhat large dresser, a desk, a bookshelf and a rather unnecessary TV for an empty room. Much like the rest of the house, it was done up with deep woods and earthy colors.
"Cпасибо," he managed as he continued to take in just where he'd be staying. When he was met with nothing more than an blank stare, he repeated, "Thank you."
Another large smile spreading across her small features, she pulled him into another bone crushing hug, unable to ignore just how...soft and handsome he'd looked. Reminding him where the bathroom was, she pointed him towards the towels before dragging them both back downstairs and into the living room. With everyone gathered around a much larger television, she found them both seats as some movie or other began.
As the movie continued on and their family joked and commented with each other, he found himself subconsciously letting the smallest of smiles creep onto his face. Again struck by the softness of his face, Alice found herself trying not to giggle, thinking about how much her new brother in-law was her own brother's type. Being the fanatic that she was, she couldn't help but imagine all of the interesting things that could happen, and made it her mission to find out as much about this man as she could. Most importantly whether or not he happened to prefer the company of men.
That thought in mind, she couldn't help but skip excitedly back to her room, followed soon after by the rest of her family. Managing to find the room he'd been given without much trouble, Jasper sat tentatively on the edge of his bed, running his hands over the smooth silk of the sheets. Tired and worn from not only his trip, but the interaction with his new family, he lay back in an attempt to get some real sleep.
Only a couple hours later he found himself laying wide awake, staring at the ceiling. He'd forgotten how bad the time difference was and couldn't seem to get back to bed. Sitting up, he scrubbed his hands over his face and looked out the window. With no hope of sleep in the near future he rummaged through his bag, pulling out his phone and dialing a familiar and somewhat comforting number.
Within a couple rings the phone was answered by a deep, graveling voice. In the hopes that he wasn't interrupting anything, he replied with his name, to which his close friend Artyom was most excited about. The sound of rustling was heard over the phone as his big, burly friend went to find their much smaller, levelheaded companion Alina. The three of them had grown close having shared a house with several others while training or studying depending on the person. As close as he had grown with the others in that house, he had formed a particularly close bond with these two.
Explaining that sleep had long since escaped him, his friends sent their sympathies and were more than happy to entertain him in the wee hours of the morning of Washington. They had quite a few questions which he was more than happy to answer, most of which were about his new family and the beautifully bitchy sister they had come to know so well through Jasper's many stories. He was quite curious about how things had been since he'd left as well.
Hours passed and as it got late, the blonde soldier finally decided he should let them go, but not without promising them to keep in touch as often as possible. With his phone battery just about shot and the moon beginning to disappear, he set the phone to charge and grabbed up his sweatpants. Running always seemed to wear him out as he learned back in Russia, maybe it would here too.
Slipping on his pants, he tossed his shirt aside and as quietly as possible slipped through the front door and into the thick forest surrounding what could possibly be his new home. With no clear idea of how long or far he'd run, he was about to turn back when he spotted what he thought was a clearing. Pushing himself just the little bit further, he found it was indeed a clearing, and quite breathtaking in the morning sunrise.
Laying on his back in the middle of the wide open space, he let himself catch his breath, enjoying the solitude away from his new family. Generous and kind as they were, it was still all a bit much what with them still being complete strangers. It had been much the same way when he had moved not just to Moscow, but into the home he'd shared with Artyom and Alina one year later.
But not wanting anyone to worry and with the sun finally peeking up over hills and mountains, he pushed himself up and back in the direction he'd come. When he could finally see the forest opening back up and revealing the gravel covered 'driveway', he heard the sound of a car coming to a halt and vaguely wondered if anyone had left while he'd been away.
Coming back up around the front of the house, he found someone bent into the trunk of a car, tossing bags over their shoulders and onto the ground. Once all of them had been pulled out and the trunk was closed, he found himself staring at a red head, maybe only an inch shorter than himself. A pair of glasses hung crooked on his face as he tried to pick up all of his bags at once. He scoffed at the idea but almost couldn't bring himself to look away from the very gorgeous face hidden behind his huge frames.
Never having stopped his routine, the young man glanced up to see a very handsome, very shirtless, Jasper. He couldn't keep himself from staring for so many reasons, not the least of which were how attractive he was and how scarred. When he got a look at what he could only assume were buns of steel, he found himself shifting around in order to conceal some rather embarrassing reactions. And when the newcomer made his way inside the house he almost couldn't get over his shock.
Shaking himself back into reality, Edward picked up his bags and headed inside to set them all down. Jasper on the other hand, found himself wondering who this attractive latecomer was as he fetched a towel and made his way to the bathroom. After such a long run out in the dirt and trees, he was definitely going to need a shower.
The hot water felt nice, but as soon as he had scrubbed the dirt and sweat off of himself he turned the temperature down to cool off. Turning the water off before his fingers could turn blue, he quickly dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist, grateful for at least that much. More than once they'd run out of towels in his Russian home and more than once he'd forgotten to take clothes into the bathroom with him. Thanks to that he had less of a problem running around naked...not necessarily a good thing.
Picking up his dirty clothes, he headed down the hall and back to his room, pausing when a very red faced, very happy Alice caught his attention. As much as she wouldn't mind running her own fingers over the long, lean muscles, she enjoyed the idea of hr brother doing the same thing much more. Oh, was her fiction site going to love this.
The look on her thoughtful little face was already starting to make Jasper uncomfortable but he couldn't quite figure out why, but he was pretty sure he didn't want to know what was going on inside that tiny little head of hers.
Just as he reaches for the knob of his door, they can both hear Esmé call for breakfast and such a high to introduce her brother in-law to Edward, she wasted no time in gripping his arm and rushing them both down to the kitchen. He found himself suddenly more grateful for the fact that he had a towel, not for his sake, but for theirs.
As soon as she came barreling into the kitchen, a somewhat confused soldier behind her, Rosalie looked up from her coffee and practically choked on it. There was only so much of her brother she ever needed to see, and at the sound of her suffocation, everyone else looks to see what the problem is, only to hear several groans.
"Jesus, Alice," Emmett called, shielding his eyes. He too only ever needed to see so much of his brother in-law. "You could have at least let him get dressed."
Ignoring that comment completely she glanced around for her brother. When she didn't see him, "Where-" she began, only to find him dumbstruck in the entryway to the kitchen. "There you are!" Again Jasper is tugged along in confusion the short distance to the young man he had seen not too long ago out in front of the house. "I have someone for you to meet!"
Managing to shake himself out of his stupor, Edward asked, "Why is he naked?" Not that he minded in the least, but he had to force himself to look at his sister when he asked the question, as much as he didn't want to.
"I'm assuming he was showering," she replied blithely. "This," she pulled the soldier in front of her, "Is my brother Edward. And this is the infamous Jasper we have heard so much about! He's Spetsnuts!"
"Did I have to meet him naked?" he asked, confusion written across his face at that last comment. He could only assume she was talking about something else completely. She never was good with languages.
"Yes," was her only reply as she crossed her arms over her chest defiantly.
"Great, can he go get dressed now?" Rosalie asked, still shielding her eyes.
"Fine," she sighed. Before she could even finish the blond was trying to squeeze by the very bookish Edward who almost didn't want to make way for him.
As soon as he was up the stairs and out of view, the red head took a look around and asked, "Anyone care to explain 'Spetsnuts' to me?" Carlisle couldn't bite back a chuckle as he corrected Spetsnaz. Suddenly it all made much more sense, and suddenly he had much more respect for his new brother in-law and the scars he bore.
"It really is perfect timing," Emsé chimed in. "He's just returned from Russia and you've come home to take that well deserved break from your studies. Everyone's finally here." There was nothing but heartfelt agreement as Jasper made his way back into the kitchen for breakfast. This time, fully clothed in an old t-shirt and some old, torn up jeans.
Spetsnaz are Russian Special Forces for those that don't know.
Thanks to RedFaerie for all of her glorious help.