Jasper sighs as he walks toward Edward's room. There isn't any point in staying away – he's already tried that, but Edward finds him every time, stalking him as he hunts or pouncing on him in the middle of the night. At least this way Jasper feels like he has some semblance of control, infinitesimal as it may be.
Edward already knows he's coming – he knew the very first moment Jasper's cock stiffened in his pants as he thought about Edward's hands on his body. The door opens before Jasper can knock and Edward meets him with a delighted grin.
No bed for sleeping means no bed for fucking, but Jasper thinks Edward probably wouldn't have used a bed even if he had one, and Edward's soft chuckle in response to his thoughts confirms his suspicion.
Fucking mind reader, Jasper thinks with frustration and Edward laughs again.
"You should learn to appreciate it, Jasper."
Before Jasper has a chance to respond, Edward pushes him face first against the wall and his hands come to rest on his waistband.
"After all," Edward continues in a low voice, his mouth at Jasper's ear, "how else would I know exactly how much you like this?"
In a flash, Jasper's pants are around his ankles and one of Edward's long fingers pushes inside of him. Jasper hisses at the suddenness of it, but when Edward adds another finger and slides them in even deeper, he groans and leans back for more. It's so very good, and Jasper spreads his legs and lets his head fall back against Edward's shoulder as he rocks his hips on Edward's hand.
"See?" Of course Edward is right.
Jasper can feel the desire rippling through his body, spreading through the room in waves and Edward moans against his neck in response. There is a soft rustle behind him as Edward uses his free hand to unbutton his own pants, and when Jasper feels Edward's cock press against his hip, he doesn't care that Edward knows all of his secrets.
Fuck me, Edward.
It's the easiest way to get what he wants.
In a flash, Edward pulls his hand away and suddenly Jasper's face hits the wall as Edward pushes into him all at once. When Jasper is alone, he thinks he can remember exactly how it feels to have Edward deep inside of him, but every time he is shocked all over again. Edward is relentless, sliding into him over and over, his hands gripping Jasper's hips tightly.
Harder, faster, deeper - Jasper scarcely has time to think about what he wants and Edward is there, angling his thrusts and snapping his hips against him with the perfect rhythm.
When Edward wraps his hand tightly around Jasper's cock, he shudders and arches up into his hand. Jasper tilts forward into Edward's fist and back against his cock, and it's hard and tight and exactly like the images that have flashed through his mind all day.
Jasper's face is pressed tightly up against the wall as Edward pushes him roughly forward, squeezing Jasper's cock and murmuring in his ear. "I always know what you want."
There is nothing but the smooth plaster in front of him, so Jasper lets Edward's hands hold him up as he shudders and bucks and comes, and Edward follows a moment later, growling in Jasper's ear and slamming him into the wall.
After Edward pulls away, Jasper buckles his pants with his back to Edward. He can sense him, exhilarated and triumphant, and it infuriates Jasper.
"Next time you shouldn't wait so long, Jasper. It's not good to walk around all day like that." He can hear the mocking undertones in Edward's voice.
"Maybe there won't be a next time." Jasper knows the words are pointless when Edward can hear everything in his head, but he's not going to just agree with him.
Jasper turns to face him and scowls at the satisfied smirk on Edward's face. Every time it's the same – Jasper is irritated and Edward is smug, and they both know Jasper will be back and Edward will be expecting him.