A/N: This story was mostly inspired by two different songs; "Gravity" by Sara Bareilles and "Stay" by Sugarland.
I would suggest listening to both songs or looking up the lyrics. Both songs are really amazing and set the mood for the story.
I could not decide on what pairing I wanted to write about, but I haven't really written James in this particular kind of role and wanted to try it out.
I was originally going to make this a long one-shot, similar to the style of my other JamesxJasper story, Can't Take My Eyes Off You, but I changed my mind.
This is the first part and I'll probably only have one more part after this. If the second part gets too lengthy, I'll probably post it in 3 parts.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything associated with Stephenie Meyer's characters.
Best Thing
Jasper's POV
"J-James…fuck…harder!" I moan.
James leans down to capture my lips in an eager kiss. "I'm so close baby, are you?"
"So…fucking…close. Cum with me," I beg.
He starts pounding into me until it's nearly excruciating and I love every single second of it. He moves my hand out of the way and takes over the pumping of my beyond stiff, pre-cum slick erection. His fist is almost a blur it's pumping so rapidly. I wrap my legs around him to pull him closer and my nails are digging into his back painfully. His sweaty forehead is resting against mine and our bodies are as close as they can possibly get, yet it's still not close enough for me. He's panting and his harsh movements are becoming even more erratic.
"Do you like it rough? Do you like fucking me hard? You like leaving bruises on me?" I growl in his ear.
His eyes roll in the back of his head. "You know that I do. I love fucking you until you're sore. I love the fact that you had to buy a new head board after the last time we fucked."
"You can only fuck me like this. I'm the best and the tightest you'll ever have. You can't fuck her the same way you fuck me," I remind him.
He gives one last brutal thrust. "Only you, Jasper."
The force of his thrust and his words push me over the edge. My body shakes as the powerful orgasm rocks my body. I'm calmed down enough from my orgasm to see James lose control as he too has a forceful orgasm. He falls on top of me and he rolls over moments later. I close my eyes and we're both silent as we try to catch our breath. I open my eyes when I feel him get off of the bed. I know exactly where he's going, what he's going to do and why. I sigh and I pray that maybe this time will be different from all of the others.
"Do you have to go?" I softly ask.
He looks at his watch. "Shit! I was supposed to be home an hour ago. I have to take a quick shower and leave."
"You're already late, James. Can't you stay? You don't even have to stay for an hour, just 20 minutes is all that I—"
James cuts off my plea. "I know that you want me to stay, I wish that I could stay too, but I can't. Victoria is expecting me and she's going to chew me out for being late. I'm sorry, Jasper."
I try to hide my disappointment. "You're right. Victoria will be very upset with you for being tardy. She wanted you to pick up dinner, so don't forget."
He gives me a peck on the cheek. "I knew that I was forgetting something. Thanks, Jazz."
I mutter you're welcome as he disappears into my bathroom. The sound of the shower is loud enough to drown out the sound of my tears. I reprimand myself for crying. This isn't new to me; it's the same thing every single time. He gives me the best sex of my life and then he leaves to go home to his fiancée. I wipe my eyes and pull the covers up. I lay down on my stomach and I close my eyes. I hope that I'm sleep by the time that James leaves so I don't have to see him leaving me. He comes out of the bathroom 5 minutes later and gets dressed. He approaches the side of the bed and my eyes open slightly.
He kisses my forehead. "I'll see you in 3 days, ok?"
"Ok. I love you, James," I tell him.
He smiles before kissing me lightly on the lips. "I love you too, Jasper. Take care."
3 Days Later
Jasper's POV
It's Friday afternoon and I'm at my best friend, Maria's house for lunch. She's in her kitchen making enchiladas while listening to me bitch and moan about my situation with James. Maria is the only person that knows about my current dilemma. I know that she'll listen to me and not judge me. She'll also give me her honest opinion, but that's why I love her. By the time I finish telling her everything, the food is ready. She fixes me a plate and pours me a glass of lemonade. Maria sits down next to me and she has a blank expression on her face. She takes a few bites of her enchilada and she breaks the silence when she's done chewing.
"What exactly do you want me to tell you?" Maria asks.
"I don't know. I guess I want you to tell me what you think I should do," I say.
Maria takes a deep breath. "You know what I think you should do, Jasper. You need to tell James that you deserve better."
I shake my head in disagreement. "It was supposed to be a one night thing and then it turned into more. I can't just not be with him. I love him, Maria. And you know what? He told me for the first time on Tuesday that he loves me too."
"And? What's your point?" Maria bitterly asks.
"The point is that—" She cuts my explanation short.
"I'm sure that he tells you a lot of shit, Jasper. He's clearly dishonest and a manipulator. You shouldn't believe a word that comes out of his mouth. He's going to tell you whatever he thinks you want to hear. Please open your eyes and see that what I'm saying is true," Maria pleads.
I sigh. "You're wrong, Maria. He loves me, I know that he does. I can feel it."
"I'm pretty sure that he claims to love his fiancée, too. Do you see my point, Jasper? His vow of love doesn't mean a thing," She points out.
"He's going to leave her, you know. He really does love me and he wants to be with me. He's just waiting for the right time to break the news to her," I reveal.
"Would you just listen to yourself for a moment? The fact that you believe that he's going to leave her is one problem. Men don't just leave their wives or fiancées that easily. Is he gay? Is he even bisexual? I can pretty much guess that he's not out and proud so that may be an issue. He's just using you, Jazz. Guys like James need guys like you—"
It is my turn to cut her off. "That's what this is about, isn't it? You're still bitter over Peter, right? You know better than most that men do leave their wives to be with other people. You're just pissed because I'm going to get the happy ending that you were denied."
A look of hurt crosses Maria's beautiful face and I instantly regret my words. She gets up from the table and I know that she's crying. I follow her into the kitchen and I gently place my hand on her arm. She wipes her tears before turning around to face me. She uses all of her strength to push me away from her. I grab her arm before she can get too far away from me.
"Maria, I'm sorry. I was way out of line for what I said," I apologize.
"No, you're right. Men do sometimes leave their wives. But do you really want to be with a man that will leave a woman that he committed to? If his fiancée doesn't mean that much to him, why do you think as the other man you're so special?" Maria asks.
"His fiancée just doesn't make him happy anymore. People fall out of love all of the time, don't they? I make him happy and he just wants to be with me," I explain.
Maria pauses briefly. "Ok, so what happens when he decides that he's no longer happy with you?"
James' POV
I see Victoria looking through bridal magazines when I get home from work and I curse under my breath. If Victoria is looking through bridal magazines that means that she's going to start pressuring me about the wedding yet again. We were supposed to get married 6 months ago; that was around the time that I started seeing Jasper. I can honestly say that being with Jasper is one of the reasons that I keep postponing the wedding. I'm barely in the living room before Victoria turns around to acknowledge me. She gives me a hug and a light kiss on the lips.
"How was work, sweetheart?" She asks.
"It was work," I reply simply.
"So… I was looking through bridal magazines and at bridal websites today. All of the good stuff is either gone or too expensive. Nothing is on sale this time of year," Victoria complains.
"Ok—" She cuts me off.
"Your nonchalant attitude is the problem, James. If we would have gotten married 6 months ago like I wanted to none of this would be relevant. Do you not want to marry me?" Her voice cracks at the end.
I wipe away the lonely tear that fell from her eyes before answering. "Of course I want to marry you, Victoria. I love you, but—"
She talks over me. "There are no buts in love. You love me and want to be with me or you don't. Every time that I bring up the wedding, you only come up with more excuses on why we should wait. How long do you expect me to wait for?"
"I'm tired of having the same damn argument, Vikki. Can we please not do this tonight?" I plead.
"If we don't have this discussion now we'll never have it. You don't ever have time for me. And our sex life? We don't have one anymore. My sex life consists of me and my battery operated boyfriend. I'm so used to my vibrator now that I'm starting to think that I prefer it over you," Victoria spits venomously.
"Maybe I stopped sleeping with you because you're a bitch!" I tell her just as spitefully.
"Maybe I wouldn't be such a bitch if I was getting some quality dick! Maybe I wouldn't be so unpleasant if my fiancé started acting like he actually wants to be with me," Her tone softens at the end.
I try to calm myself down. "Stop trying to make me feel guilty. It's not going to work."
Victoria stares into my eyes. "What will work, James? I can't continue to live like this, something has to change."
I take my keys out of my pocket. "I said that I don't want to talk about this and I'm not. I just need to be alone, ok?"
Jasper's POV
I can't get my conversation with Maria out of my head. I was so upset earlier and didn't want to believe what she was saying but she made a lot of valid points. James claims to love me, but his actions definitely say otherwise. I love him too and I don't want to let him go, but I can't continue to be the other man. I want him all to myself, but that can't happen if he's still with his fiancée. My mind keeps wondering if he'll ever actually leave his fiancée for me. Deep down, I don't think that he will. I can't let our relationship go any further because it'll just hurt us both in the long run. It's official, I have to tell James that we can't see each other anymore. A knock on my door takes me from my thoughts. I look at my watch and wonder who's at my door because I haven't invited anyone over. I get up to answer the door and I'm surprised to see James. He normally comes over exceptionally late on Fridays.
"James, what—" My sentence is cut short when I feel his lips on mine.
"Jasper, please. I need this," He pleads.
I avoid his pleading eyes. "We really need to talk first, though."
"We…can…talk…later," James says between kisses.
"But—" I stop midsentence.
James resumes kissing me when he realizes that I've surrendered. I want him to stop, but I'm not strong enough to tell him. All James has to do is touch me and the little bit of strength that I have is gone; I can't resist him. The only thing that I can do is submit to him. I lift my arms so he can take my shirt off. He soon takes his shirt off and we're bare chest to bare chest. The sight of James never ceases to amaze me. I get on my bed and I lay on my back. James mounts me and he starts to kiss me all over; lips, neck, shoulders, chest. I raise my bottom half off the bed when he unbuttons my pants. My pants slide off and I'm going commando; completely naked and vulnerable for him. He licks his lips in appreciation.
"You're so beautiful, Jasper," He whispers.
"More beautiful than Victoria is?" I ask.
"Yes. I haven't really touched her in 6 months," James confesses.
His comment ignites a fire within me. I kiss him passionately and I unbutton and unzip his pants. He's commando as well so our naked bodies are pressed together. He reaches for his jeans to grab a condom, but I stop him. I want to feel him, all of him. I don't even want him to prepare me; I want it to be pure and as raw as possible. He spits on his hand to create some form of lubrication. He asks me if I am sure about this and I nod. He enters me and I wince slightly; this does not go unnoticed by James. He stops and a look of concern flashes across his face.
"Do you want me to stop?" He questions.
I breathe deeply. "No, it's fine. Just keep going."
He starts moving again, but his movements are very slow and calculated. He leans down to kiss me and my mouth is right by his ear. I beg him to go faster and he immediately complies. The feel of him so uncovered inside me is the greatest feeling in the world. His blue eyes are boring right into mine as he continues to thrust inside of me. I bite my lip to stop from closing my eyes. I will never tire of the visual of James above me; I don't want to miss a minute of it. I begin to meet his thrusts and the only sounds in the room are our pants, moans, and bodies moving against each other's. I need more though, I always need more.
I make sure that James is looking at me. "Tell me you love me."
"I love you Jasper Jonathan Whitlock," He declares as he thrusts deeper.
I moan. "Tell me how much you want me."
"I want you so badly. I want you all of the time. Being inside of you is heaven," James whispers.
It's too much, but not enough at the same time. His words are sincere and he's not just saying them. The look of unadulterated love and lust in his eyes is enough to make my heart explode. It doesn't matter right now, nothing does. I know that what I'm doing is wrong, but I can't find it within myself to do anything about it. I deserve more and my actions are hurting James' fiancée, Victoria, but I'm helpless. I am prisoner to James. He kisses me and whispers the "L" word one more time and I am gone, so very far away. I cry out as my orgasm takes over. Not 2 seconds later, he empties himself inside of me. He collapses onto my chest and I lovingly caress his back. He announces that he needs to take a shower and I follow him into my bathroom.
I am very upset when I wake up in the morning. I realize that I let myself down. I was proud of myself because I came to the conclusion that I needed to let James go. I was supposed to break the news to him last night and I failed miserably. I pick up my phone and I call Maria. I will be happy if she even answers the phone after what I said to her yesterday. She surprisingly picks up after 2 rings and I tell her that I need her to come over. My doorbell is ringing 10 minutes later. I open the door and I hug Maria tightly as the tears star flowing from my eyes. I pull away and we walk over to my couch. She wipes my tears and takes my hands into her much smaller ones.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" She asks.
I take a moment to compose myself. "You were right about everything. I was going to break it off with him last night, but I just couldn't do it."
"It's ok, sweetie. Just calm down and tell me what happened," Maria soothes.
"He has this weird hold on me. I can't explain it, but I can't escape him. I can't resist him and I was trying to talk, but he kissed me and I wasn't strong enough to resist the temptation. He told me loved me and everything else that I wanted to hear. I convinced myself that he was sincere last night. I thought about everything you said this morning and I realized how stupid I was. I fell right into his trap. I don't want to do this anymore, Maria. I don't want to feel like this and I know that I'm hurting his wife and I'm tired of it. I need to break free of him," I explain.
She wipes my remaining tears. "It's ok. You realize what you need to do and that's a start. You're on the right road, Jasper, there's no need to beat yourself up over it. You just have to find the strength to do the right thing."
"But how? He knows the affect that he has on me and he's going to use it to his advantage. I can't stand up to him," I whine.
"Your first step is to not contact him for a while. Definitely no face to face contact and when he calls, hang up. He's like an infectious disease and you need to be quarantined. You will get stronger be able to resist him easier by doing that. You won't be influenced by his lies and deceit. You need to do some soul searching during that time also," She advises me.
I hug her. "Thanks so much Maria. I would be so goddamned lost without you. I love you."
"I love you too, Jasper."
2 Weeks Later
Jasper's POV
I haven't seen James in 2 weeks and I feel ambivalent. I feel so much better and I see things so much clearer now, but at the same time I know what I have to do isn't easy. I've matured and grown a lot in the past 2 weeks, but I am still very much in love with James. My love for him is what makes my decision so hard. My doorbell rings and I confidently walk toward it and open it. James looks more beautiful than he did the last time that I saw him. I notice he has a bag in his hands and I invite him in. We both start talking at the same time so I let him talk first.
James smiles. "I was surprised that you wanted to see me. It seems like I haven't seen you in forever. I bought you a gift."
I deny him. "I appreciate you buying me a gift, but I don't want it."
"But you don't even know what it is," He objects.
I take a deep breath. "I'm sure that I'll love whatever it is, but I can't take it because it's from you. We were supposed to talk 2 weeks ago, but I wasn't ready to talk. I'm ready now."
"What exactly do we need to talk about?" James asks.
"Everything. The status of our relationship, the status of your engagement…" I trail off.
He nods. "I just need a little more time, ok. Just give me a few more weeks and I promise that I will have everything straightened out. I'm really working on it."
"I don't want to wait anymore, James. Believe me when I say that waiting to make a tough decision only makes it harder. You keep telling me to wait and I have a feeling that I'm going to be waiting until pigs can fly," I tell him.
He stares deeply into my eyes. "I hate having to wait too. I hate that I have to lie to her and I hate living a double life. I'm suffering here, too. I just need a little more time, Jazz. Time is all that I'm asking you for. Is it really such an unreasonable request?"
My resolve is weakening. "That's it, James. A few weeks is all the time that I'm giving you."
"That's all that I'm asking you for. I missed you so much, Jasper. I fucking dreamed about touching you," His voice takes on a seductive tone.
He leans into me and roughly claims my lips before I can say anything. Sometimes James begins slow and sensually before he gets rough, but not this time. This is pure want. My body is craving him and I know that neither of us will last very long. Shirts are ripped and pants go flying. James is so horny that I almost expect him to go back to when we were first messing around and want me turned around on all fours. He pushes me on the bed on my back and is on top of me in no time. He slips the condom on in record time and plunges into me without warning. For the first time in a while, sex with James is truly painful. I ask him to take his time and he starts to push into me more affectionately. The pain is soon turned into pleasure as he hits my prostate.
He kisses me sweetly. "You're so tight, baby. I've missed this more than you could ever know."
I caress his cheek. "I've missed it too. I love you so much. No one makes me feel this way."
He penetrates me as deeply as he can and we both hiss in pleasure. My nails dig into his back and that's my signal that I'm close. He takes my cock into his hand and he starts stroking in time with his thrusts. He thrusts and pumps 3 more times and we both shudder and scream as we release simultaneously. I kiss his sweaty forehead as he rests on my chest like always. He excuses himself and asks to go to the bathroom and I don't argue this time. His phone vibrates when he's in the shower and I debate if I should answer it. My curiosity gets the best of me when I hear "You're Still The One" by Shania Twain as his ringtone. That means that it's Victoria calling. I laugh at the irony and I pick up his phone when it stops ringing. It says that he has one missed call from Victoria and an idea forms in my head. I put Victoria's number in my phone. James gets out of the shower, kisses me and tells me that he'll see me later.
2 Days Later
Jasper's POV
It's been 2 days since I put Victoria's number in my phone and I can't stop staring at it. I want to call her and explain everything to her, but I'm very uncertain about it. Part of me wants to wait a few weeks like James asked me to, but the part of me that's actually thinking wants to take matters into my own hands because I don't really trust James. The consequences of Victoria finding out from me also make me feel unsure. How upset will she get? How will she react? How will it affect James? Will James be upset with me? There are so many questions in my mind. I'm so tired of living in secret though and I'm afraid that James will never tell her and she honestly deserves to know. I grab my phone and dial her number. She picks up and I freeze up. There's a brief pause on my end.
She sighs into the phone. "Hello? If this is a telemarketer, I'm hanging up right now. You guys are always stalking me. Get a damn life."
I cut her off. "Don't hang up. I'm not a telemarketer."
"Ok, then who are you and what do you want? I'm at work," Victoria sounds annoyed.
My voice trembles. "Are you Victoria Taylor, James O'Neal's fiancée?"
"Yes, I am. Why is this relevant?" She asks.
"It's relevant because I'm having an affair with your fiancé."
A/N: How much do you hate me for the cliffy? LOL.
So what do you think Victoria's reaction will be? James' reaction?
I hope that everyone enjoyed it and is looking forward to more.
The second part will have some Victoria POV, James POV and of course Jasper POV as well.
