Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight.
Part one of a two shot.
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Day One"I really need to see you."
My heart leaps every time I hear his voice. He is leaning over the seat behind me; and although I can't see him, I can picture every minute detail of his face. That strong jaw line, sprinkled with stubble. Those piercing green eyes that I can't help but look at and fall in love with, every time I see them. That sexy, mischievous smile, that hints at hot, fumbling passions in illicit, dark places. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I hope he can't notice me gulp, as I tilt my ear towards him, hungry to hear more.
"Jasper, please don't ignore me." My nipples harden as he speaks my name, and I remember an image of his mouth, lips glistening, from a now forgotten past.
"Ed-ward," I whisper, elongating his name in my southern drawl. I turn around to face him, "It's over. I don't want to talk about it."
His face falls into a frown, and I ignore the giant somersault, as my stomach flips over, and my cock twitches at a recollection of my heart pounding out of my chest as he violently explode into me. I push the soft curls out of my face, and angle my head up to him, looking at his own straight, coppery hair that seems to always be perfectly coiffured.
"Okay, then, boys." Our group leader, Charlie, loudly interrupts us, and I turn to face him at the head of the bus. "We shall be entering Willamette National Forest very soon. I'd like to remind you we have a full day of hiking in front of us before we get to our base camp, so prepare yourselves." Charlie Swan was a good guy, not my type, a bit too much of a father figure for me, but I could see why you could get a crush on him. He had salt and pepper hair, a moustache that err-ed on the side of being a handlebar and a low, gruff voice. But not my usual type at all, I think, as I hear Edward's beautiful laugh echo around the bus.
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At base camp, we unpack our loads and start to erect our tents in groups of four. Unlucky for me, I get assigned with Mike Newton, Eric Yorkie and Jason Jenks. They had to be three of the whitest, straightest guys at Forks High School. Great…this was going to be a long week. I sneak a peak over to where Edward is horsing around with his group. He got Emmett McCarty, Riley Biers and the group leader, Charlie. How typical of him to score a fuckfest hat trick, the bastard, I wouldn't have minded sharing a sleeping bag with any of those guys, except for Charlie, of course, too old.
I sigh and go to the outside shower, to wash up after dinner. My heart stops as I see Edward, half-naked, lathering himself up. I try not to become mesmerized as he rubs the hard soap over his body, but I am transfixed. I remember how I used to be the one to massage shampoo into his hair, and how he loved it when I used my vanilla and sandalwood shower gel when jerking him off. I try to fight another growing erection and think to myself that this week isn't going to be as easy as I thought it would be. I hadn't really seen Edward for more than three months now, and although the pain wasn't half as raw as it had been that first agonizing month, by just being around him, I am assaulted by all the wonderfully erotic times we shared together.
"See something you like, Hale?" Emmett comes and stands next to me and places a very firm hand on my shoulder, gripping tightly into me. Emmett was built like a burly bear, extremely muscular and as tall as Edward. I shake him away from me, and he laughs as he goes and joins the shower, scowling as Edward leaves and comes towards me.
I try to move past Edward, but my feet fail me completely. We stand in front of each other for a moment, motionless. Edward is still topless, and I am determined to keep eye contact with him. I look at the water droplets falling from his hair and bite my lip, distracted. There is something so alluring about a man dripping whether it is from sweat, water or something else... Regaining control of my feet, I walk past him and down towards the showers, where Emmett is soaping up.
To my surprise and concern, Edward turns and follows me down. As I am undressing and getting ready to go under the water, he comes and watches me. I strip off down to my swimming trunks, and go wash myself under the lukewarm water that is intermittently being spurted out of an irregularly perforated head. As we bathe, Edward watches both of us, but it is Emmett who puts on a good show for him. He either drops the bar of soap, so he has to bend down and get it, or lathers his hand up before plunging it down into his shorts and throwing his head back in auto-delight. Not an exhibitionist, I get in and get out as soon as I can. Instead of attempting to walk past Edward and head back to camp, I decide to take a detour south near to the cliff edge so I can dry off in peace, but I don't count on being followed.
"I'll be waiting for you, tonight." Edward comes and stands behind me, and I feel his erection pushing hard into my ass cheeks, as we watch the light fading across the forest.
"No need." I reply, as I walk away without looking at him, feeling glad he can't see my own burgeoning cock. We return to camp, a few steps behind each other. I stop in front of my tent and watch as Edward stands next to Emmett, and they talk in hushed tones.
Emmett looks up and catches me gazing at Edward, smiling, his hand slowly rubs along Edward's cock. I refuse to look at Emmett and watch Edward instead, as he eyes close, and he unravels in front of me. Emmett winks in my direction, before sauntering off to their tent. Edward opens his eyes and looks directly at me, as if he knew I was watching him, spellbound, all along. He walks past me to where Charlie is finishing washing up the evening meal's dishes, I can tell he's offering to help, but Charlie shoos him away.
"I thought you two broke up?" I blurt out, confused, as Edward passes me on his way back down to his tent.
"It's just sex, Jasper, it doesn't mean anything." He looks at me, with a wicked grin on his face, as if he's bloody delighted that I am upset.
"Just sex?" I murmur, taking hold of his arm and stepping away from the tent, out of earshot. It's the first time I have touched him since he left me, and when I am conscious of this, I drop his arm as if it's on fire.
"There's no love there," he steps closer to me still, and speaks into my mouth, with conviction. "Just two hot, horny guys sweating and fucking each other's brains out, cumming in each other's mouths, blowing each other - all the time."
"Stop it," I plead, I don't know if I feel aroused or angry. "Why do you say stuff like that, when you know it hurts me?"
"I don't think of it as a big deal, I'm trying to turn you on. Just give me another chance to make it up to you. Emmett means nothing to me."
"You stole my heart, Edward. There are no second chances." I blame myself for thinking this wilderness trip was a good idea, and letting him get physically close to me again.
"I don't care what you say, Jasper, I will get you back in my bed." I gasp, as I feel his firm grasp on my dick. He smiles at me, as he fondles my erection, knowing full well that he is the only one I am hard for. I push him away, and angry that I now have to enter the straight tent with a colossal erection, lift up the canvas and walk in.
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Day Two"Gather around, boys." Charlie motions for us to sit in front of him, after a hearty, fatty breakfast. "As you know we will be hiking around 13 miles today, gradually climbing to 5000 feet above sea level, where we will make a second camp." He gives us a map each, as we will be orientating ourselves to the new camp, then dismisses us.
I help Mike break down the tent and we repack it, distributing it equally amongst the guys. I take a leak near some trees and turn around to look across the meadow, to search for where Eric has slinked off to, so I can make sure he takes his share of the weight. I feel a presence standing behind me. I know who it is from the delightful, twisted knot in my stomach, even before he has a chance to speak.
"You looking for me?" Edward's hand playfully strokes my ass cheeks. "I've seen you at school, you're always watching me."
I look around in a panic, not wanting to be seen with Edward caressing me so publicly.
"Shh, no one can see us." He coos in my ear, and although I am in serious need of some sexual relief, even after one day of being around Edward, I am damned if I'm going to let him touch me like that ever again. We are standing with our backs to the forest, looking out at the camp being dismantled, as I feel Edward's hand drop slowly lower over my pants, down between my ass cheeks and lightly squeeze my balls.
"What about your girlfriend?" I ask bitchily, as I watch Emmett saunter over to Charlie and help him untie some guy ropes.
"I told you last night, there is nothing going on between us." Edward shakes his head in frustration. "Besides, can't you see that he has a thing for Charlie?"
"Charlie?" I choke in shock, as I watch how Emmett is bending over backwards to help the group leader fold some sleeping bags.
"I'm desperate for you, Jasper." He nibbles at my ear, as he pushes his hand between my pants and my trunks, his fingers creeping down to his favorite hole. I very much want to let him continue but I can't, I snatch his wrist from behind me and drag his hand out of my pants.
"Are you looking for redemption, Edward? Do you feel guilty? Is that what this is?" He shakes his head and walks away from me, as if it hurts to be too close to me, maybe now he knows how I feel.
"I miss you, Jasper." His eyes burn for me, but I just can't trust him with my heart for a second time.
"I'm not a toy," I remind him as I try to break away from his gaze, I would never admit it but I only feel alive when he looks at me.
"How about a goodbye kiss?" His arm comes out and prevents me from walking further.
I turn to look at him. "You left me, remember?" Spotting Eric in the distance, I take a deep breath, and tear myself away from Edward and his expert mouth.
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Day Three
On the third day's hike, we all successfully meet up with the other groups, and Charlie informs us proudly that he thinks we are ready to break off into pairs and explore during the day on our own.
"Okay, choose a partner then come to me, and get a GPS PDA and a survivalist worksheet for the day. First pair to return back, with everything filled in correctly, wins a prize." Charlie looks peculiarly at Emmett, who is the only one not looking for someone to partner up with.
"Odd number," Emmett shrugs delighted, and Charlie swallows nervously.
I feel relieved that I have managed to survive a day and night without Edward and am annoyed when he sidles up next to me.
"All alone, Romeo?"
"Okay, but no funny business." He smiles as he pushes me towards Charlie where we pick up our kit.
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In the afternoon, we pass through a narrow canyon and arrive at a waterfall as a bald eagle passes overhead and Edward spots a family of black-tailed deer. We have spent a lovely few hours, chatting away like we used to, we catch up on family and friends and discuss our plans for after high school. He keeps his hands to himself for most of the time, occasionally bumping into me every now and then, but I must be damned, because I like it.
"Those rain clouds look pretty black, and seem to be heading this way." I notice, grabbing Edward's face away from staring at me and point it up to the sky. Within moment, the birds have stopped singing, and the air has turned colder, as a quick wind shuttles through us.
"Oh crap, we're going to get soaked," he replies, grabbing my hand. We run into a clearing, and look up at the composite volcano that dominates the skyline.
"Let's take shelter over there." He points to a group of trees and we hurry over. I rummage through our kit, and pull a sheet of tarpaulin out, and hang it up over some branches. We huddle underneath the Douglas fir, as the heavens open and torrential rain gushes down upon us.
"This is so beautiful," I murmur, I love watching the rain as its plummets around us with force, sending mud puddles flying against our feet and bottom of our pants. I turn and see Edward is staring at me again, his mouth hanging open, his breathing increasing.
"I'm on fire for you, Jasper," he grabs me close to him, searching my eyes, before his lips turn up into a smile. "Despite the rain." He pulls the tarp over us better, as we hear the rain continue to cascade down on to it.
"It's too late," I remind him, struggling within myself, as I push him away from me.
"C'mon, don't fight it. Remember how good it used to be?" he smiles at me and I want to punch him in the face. I actually raise my fists, but embarrassed at my lack of control, I soon lower them to the ground.
"It was good," I admit, and my stomach clenches as I remember the non-sexual fun times we had together. Flashes of us laughing hard, having fun and the feeling of happiness invade me.
"I want you so badly, Jasper."
I look at him and shake my head. "I will never touch you like that again," I tell him, I have too much self-esteem to be his bitch.
"Just one kiss?"
His eyes are so full of desperation; I can't help but feel sorry for him and press the palm of my hand against his cheek. His eyes close, grateful to be touched, and he licks his lips, his firm tongue poking out and I am lost in him once again. I move my face to his, so we are grazing skin, and I feel his breathing quicken and his eyes shoot open. I shift my body to face his, and take his head in both hands. He looks frightened, scared that I will pull anyway at any time, and so he grips his strong hands onto my thighs to stop me moving.
I brush my mouth against his, back and forth, remembering the sweet pleasure his lips have given me.
He groans loudly into my mouth, and his hands take hold of my hard erection through my pants. I know this can't go any further, so I break off the kiss and gently prize him away from my cock, but keep a hold of his hand to show him I'm not mad.
"It's stopped raining," he sighs, as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him and I lean my head on his shoulder.
He has hurt me before, he knows exactly how to push my buttons and tease me to the edge with one hot kiss. As we watch the sun set over Mount Washington, I feel ravenous for him all over again, but this time I know that I am the one in control.
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