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Title: Wanksicle
Name: Prettyflour
Pairing: Edward, Bella and Jasper
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. No copyright infringement is intended. This is to be used for sick and twisted entertainment purposes only.
A sparkly THANK YOU to Vintagejgc for her beta assistance. Now... on with the wanking!
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Wanksicle
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From his room Jasper could hear Bella's heartbeat and shaky breaths. She and Edward were at it again. What he could only describe as heavy petting without the petting. He snorted and mumbled, "Fucking virgins."
He knew he should leave and give them privacy; more importantly he should leave because their unresolved sexual tension was absolute fucking torture. He tried hard to control his thoughts knowing that Edward could hear, but damn it all, he thought they should just fuck and get it over with.
He could feel the lust shifting to ire and he grinned wickedly knowing it was probably due to his train of thought. Edward was getting frustrated- and not sexually.
Bella, of course, was all horny and reckless with emotions, wanton and determined. She whispered that she wanted him and trusted him not to hurt her. The poor little human had no idea how hard it would be for Edward to actually penetrate her without ripping her wide open. There was a fine line between lust and bloodlust and the two virgins upstairs had no concept of how to separate the two. Edward's control was honed but she was his singer. How he had the strength to even kiss her left Jasper quite honestly amazed and in awe of Edward. And yet, for all the control Edward had shown, he wondered how the hell he would fair during any kind of sex. For Christ's sake! Edward hadn't even cupped her breasts yet. Not even over her shirt!
Edward's growl was subtle but heard.
With a roll of his eyes, Jasper stood to leave, giving Edward a silent apology laced with sarcasm. He drove to Port Angeles and saw a movie, some horrible flick aptly named, Vampires Suck. He returned home afterward and found Edward on the couch, his head in his hands. He was about to ask Edward what was wrong when he heard Bella's voice from upstairs.
"Oh... Yeah... Oh Edward! It's like a giant popsicle. A shiny, dazzling, popsicle." And then Bella proceeded to snore.
Jasper could not help but giggle at Bella's sleep talking.
"It's not funny," Edward said, his tension slicing through Jasper's good mood.
"I beg to differ. That is hilarious."
"Just shut up, Jasper, please."
Jasper plopped down beside him on the couch. "I just don't get it, Edward. Why not just give her what she wants? I know you want it, too."
Edward scoffed. "I don't think... I just can't take that risk with her. I don't know if it's even possible."
"It's possible." Jasper flipped through memories of the human girls he'd had relations with, before Alice of course.
Edward looked a little shocked at the number of mortals Jasper recalled. Truth be told, he was impressed and knew that Jasper was the only one in this family who had been there, done that. "Did any of them survive?"
Jasper scoffed and punched Edward in the shoulder. "Fuck yes, they did." He scratched his head. "Most of them..." He shrugged at Edward's wide eyed expression. He drank human blood back then. The sex was sometimes a prelude to his feast. Shaking his head at the disgust and fear rolling off of Edward, he wondered why he was bothering with this conversation. He had wanted to give Edward some advice, but not if he was going to act like a total Victorian prick.
Before Edward could rebuff him, Jasper held his hands up. "Don't give me that condescending vibe, Edward, not when we're talking about sex."
Edward slumped into the couch. "I'm sorry. This is just a tad awkward for me."
"Me too." Jasper laughed bitterly. Empath remember? You perpetually horny asshat.
"I said I'm sorry!" Edward gritted out then put his head in his hands.
"Here's the thing, Edward. You of all people could pull this off, I'm sure of it, but..." He paused, choosing his words carefully, and then decided that sugar coating would not be beneficial. Edward needed someone to give him straight truths. "You can't go from nothing but kissing to intercourse. That's a really bad idea. I think you need to move beyond first base with her before attempting what she wants. This honeymoon plan of yours isn't going to work."
"Gah!" He grabbed his hair and pulled. "What was I thinking, agreeing to this? How will I..." He gulped. "Have intercourse with her without breaking her?"
"Don't. I'm not talking about intercourse. You two can give each other pleasure in other ways you twit! Use your fingers, you unimaginative bastard and, Edward..." Jasper raised an eyebrow. "Do you know why she is pushing you so hard to turn her? You told her you didn't want to have sex until she was immortal."
"Less breakable." Edward sighed dramatically. "I want to wait until I can't accidentally kill her by thrusting too hard!"
"Hey..." Jasper warned, shaking a finger at him. "Stop with the rage. I think you need to take a different approach. Lift some boundaries, maybe some touching. Stop denying her everything, she feels like she won't be good enough until she's a vampire that's why she pushing so hard on being turned. I'm telling you this because I can't stand the back and forth between you two any longer. You two are sickeningly in love with one another, constantly, unbearably aroused in each other's presence, followed by your raving irritation and Bella's rejection when it ends too soon. Pleasure your woman, Edward. Get me off this rollercoaster emo ride. Please! And..." He sat back and crossed his hands over his chest knowingly. "I have a sneaking suspicion that once Bella has had a taste of stress relief via orgasm, she will be more open minded to the idea of staying human a little longer."
"You think so?" Edward asked- a light of hope in his eyes.
"If you ask while giving her a mind-blowing orgasm with your fingers, then yes."
Edward listened with rapt attention as Jasper gave him a tutorial on how not to kill your human during sex.
Jasper went on and on with helpful little tidbits of mortal loving fun facts and then asked, "How often do you masturbate?"
Edward recoiled and Jasper sighed, taking in Edward's unnecessary embarrassment. "Will you please stop? Jesus, Edward, we are both mature creatures who should be able to have a conversation like this without getting all prissy. Everyone fucking masturbates; it's not a big deal. Now, how often?"
Edward grimaced before answering. "I don't."
Jasper mouth dropped open. "What do you mean, you don't?"
"I don't do... that."
"Ever?" Jasper asked in disbelief. "Are you fucking with me right now?"
"Well, er... I have, but not recently."
A resounding Wow echoed through Jasper's thoughts. He couldn't fucking believe this shit. No wonder he was wound so tight!
"First things first, you need to start doing it." Jasper was unable to hide his smile. "As often as possible."
Edward squirmed and scowled as Bella's voice drifted into their ears. "Oh... My... God... Yes! Let me lick my popsicle!"
Jasper sighed at the lust not only coming from Bella, but from Edward too. "No, none of that." Control yourself man!
Edward cringed and willed his erection to cease. He needed to focus on the task at hand: not killing Bella and making her feel really good in the process.
Sadly, the107 year old virgin was too easily swayed by talk of sex and Bella's obvious wet dream sleep talking. His arousal was undeniable.
"Edward... Please..." Jasper shuddered. "It was kind of funny at first and now it's just freaking me out. So just please... Stop."
Hanging his head he whispered, "I'm sorry."
"Fuck me, don't you dare start feeling shame right now!" He waited a moment, an awkward silence creeping up between them.
Jasper threw his hands up. "I'm out."
After bolting from the house, Jasper took a long run, trying to shake the bad vibes he'd picked up from Edward.
"Absolutely repressed," he muttered, slowing to a walk. He couldn't shake the arousal and running with a hard on was just not right unless he was chasing Alice. Taking a quick look around and sensing nothing but the forest and small woodland creatures around him, he cupped himself over his jeans unashamed and rubbed a few times. Letting out a quick groan, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking slow up and down, squeezing a little around the head.
He snickered as he thought briefly of Edward, probably pacing and brooding when he should be doing this. Never masturbating? Pfft. Fuck that. It felt really good.
It felt even better after he leaned over and drooled venom into his hand, using it for lubrication. With nothing better to do, he took his time, occasionally using his other hand to cup his balls or sometimes just using both hands to bring himself closer. Whatever felt good.
He kept a slow pace, drawing it out for a more heightened reaction. He teased himself as Alice often did- he loved being teased- switching back and forth between slow heavy strides of his hand, and then pumping at vampire speed before he stopped. He slid the tip of his finger over the head, teasing the slit, recalling how Alice liked to used her tongue there. As he thought of her, he stroked harder, a little faster too. He pictured her tight pussy, legs spread wide and wet. Uh oh… If he kept thinking like that he wouldn't last long. He didn't. With his eyes clenched shut, he came all over his hand and thanked the heavens that vampires had a very quick recovery time. He decided to do it again.
Meanwhile... Back at La Casa de Cullen.
Edward looked down at his mate, sleeping soundly, her breathing even and calm. Her six blankets were all twisted, her leg exposed and her shirt riding up giving Edward a perfect view of the skin on her stomach. His hand hovered over his crotch as he debated whether or not to... touch it.
Steeling his resolve, Edward stood tall and tried to remember what Jasper had said. Everyone does it right? Over-thinking as always, his hand twitching above his manhood, he desperately tried to focus.
Fortunately for him, Bella hummed and licked her lips, mumbling something about enormous Adonis cock. He watched as she wiggled and moved the blankets down between her legs, her fingers dangerously close to her most private of parts.
Suddenly, Bella groaned and arched her back, her arms stretching over her head. Her eyes opened slowly and she blinked repeatedly. Edward being the fastest, he had zipped over to the corner of the room and crouched in the darkness unseen. Bella's eyes searched the room, over and over again. Once she was satisfied that she was alone, she smiled to herself and moved the mound of blankets that had been between her thighs and replaced them with her hand. Deftly moving her panties aside, she dove right in and suppressed a moan as she found herself dripping wet. Unlike Edward, she was no stranger to touching herself. She had needs you know!
All Edward could hear was the sound of wet on wet. Slippery fingers against slippery flesh and labored breathing. He watched as her fingers worked against her clit, moving in little circles. His eyes nearly bugging out of his head when she took the THREE fingers of her other hand and inserted them into her virginal opening. He couldn't believe what he was seeing! His precious innocent angel was... unabashedly pleasuring herself. He had never been more jealous of human fingers in his life. He wanted to replace her fingers with his. He wanted to coil and spring and claim. He had the sudden urge to fuck and bite.
NO! He scolded himself. Never! He would not submit to those deviant desires. He wanted to cherish his mate, to marry her and make love to her, like a true gentleman.
"Mmmmmm..." Bella whispered as her fingers moved against her nub even faster. Her mouth parted, her fingers pushing in, out, in, out, circling, bending. "Edward..."
Stunned and amazed, Edward somehow found the courage to grab hold of his dick and stroke it.
Bella was holding her breath, her legs beginning to shake while Edward stroked up and then down.
He came.
Then she came.
Both of them twitching and spastic, neither of them noticing the other writhing and panting.
Both silent as they came down from their high, Bella quickly fell back asleep as Edward lay slumped against the wall. When her breathing indicated that she was sleeping deeply, Edward rose from the floor on wobbly legs and gracefully stumbled into bed.
Lying next to her, the feeling of contentment and relief was unsurpassed. He felt light and free, happy, relaxed. He vowed that he would take Jasper's advice and do that as often as possible.