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Hey people! I'm sorry I haven't posted almost anything for so long. I won't open my heart in here to justify my absence and the lack of posted stories. All I have to say for myself is that I have been distracted with so many things!

This story was boxed, waiting to be betaed for too long. Now it has been betaed by the FAAAABULOUS sue273! Thank you so much bb!

Good news is that the story is complete and betaed to the end, ensuring regular updates for you!

I want to dedicate Red Headed Slut to a few friends of mine who are the reason I still write!

Lisa-FanFicCrazy, maryhell, and my sisters Aphrodite's smile, and Mxpi 1970!

Thanks girls! You are AWESOME!

CHAPTER 1

This was it.

This was the time.

And it was happening with him.

Jasper, lying on his stomach on Edward's bed, was surprised with how things turned out that night.

He felt Edward's lips brushing his skin, kissing, nipping, loving on him like he had never seen Edward do with any other. Jasper's skin burned at the touch of Edward's hands, pulling him closer, grasping, kneading. His breathing was harsh and ragged; his moans were needy and loud.

Jasper could feel Edward's cock hard against his ass. He could feel it moist with pre-cum, twitching, growing bigger, demanding.

He could hardly believe it.

It hadn't been long since he moved across the street from Edward's.

He was finally free to live his life as he wished.

Jasper had always felt like a weirdo since his teenage years, when all his friends had porn stashes full of disgusting pictures and videos with heterosexual couples fucking, and they all gathered in the basement to watch and ogle breasts and shaven pussies.

It was not that Jasper couldn't appreciate a beautiful woman; he thought he couldn't deal with the vulgarity of it all.

After years trying to deny it, moving in with his girlfriend in a failed attempt to change his own nature, Jasper gave in—he liked men. Alice—his girlfriend at the time—was surprisingly helpful and supportive once Jasper finally accepted the truth about his sexuality. Alice had a gay brother herself and understood what Jasper was going through. Liam—her brother—had been through the same thing.

Since he started feeling comfortable in his own skin as a gay man, Jasper started experimenting. He had been to gay clubs, dancing the night away, grinding against others, feeling others grind and rub against him, hands stroking his bare chest, lips nipping the skin of his neck, fingers caressing his cloth clad cock, and it all felt incredibly exciting and sexy.

Jasper had hooked up with a few men during those insane nights, but never had the courage to go any further than kissing, grinding and being on the receiving end of blow jobs.

Edward's lips moved downward and so did his hands, skillful fingers sliding down Jasper's sides. Jasper felt the trail of kisses leading down to his crease, making him shiver—maybe because of Edward's breath over his moist kissed skin or maybe in anticipation of what would probably happen once Edward's lips reached their destination.

Jasper also felt the loss of contact from Edward's hard length once Edward stood on his knees to position himself behind him so he could slide down Jasper's body.

Jasper felt his heart race and, for a split second, he questioned if that was how he wanted his first time having sex with a man to be.

Since the very first time he'd seen Edward, he felt something inside him shifting—yearning, lust, an impossibly stronger attraction he had never felt before.

Edward was beautiful! Six foot three of well-shaped, lean muscles, a broad back, sinful rainforest deep green eyes, and sexy brown-copper highlighted hair that stuck out everywhere, giving him a freshly out-of-bed look any time of day.

Edward moved lazily and from what Jasper could notice, was really friendly with the neighbors, especially the old ladies who co-habited their street.

Something else Jasper noticed was that Edward was a slut.

During the day, his house was silent, quiet—no one in, no one out. But in the evenings, things changed and Jasper had witnessed it many times in the last three months.

Edward's blinds were transparent against the light.

Jasper never thought of himself as a voyeur, but there was nothing he could do but observe from across the street, once the object of his new found affection was fucking half of the mid-twenty year old citizens in town.

Edward didn't seem to have any prejudice—he fucked both men and women; it didn't seem to matter what color or race they were, their height, hair color and Jasper imagined even religion wasn't a problem either. The only thing they all had in common was that they were beautiful.

Jasper was surprised that fact didn't put him off. He couldn't picture himself with a man like that, but every time he caught a glimpse of Edward, he felt his heart jump inside his ribcage and his breath speed, and he couldn't stop staring at him until his image disappeared somewhere.

Jasper watched as Edward had sex, thrusting frantically into his partner. It was usually fast and raw and no one ever spent the night, usually leaving Edward's house after taking a shower, sporting a lazy smile on their lips.

Jasper knew it didn't happen every night, and the people sometimes arrived with Edward from a night out or something of the sort.

He wondered if Edward was a sex addict or maybe a whore.

Something didn't add up, though—he seemed to be a nice, normal guy apart from his Greek god looks. He smiled a lot and seemed to know everyone in the neighborhood but Jasper—unfortunately.

"Beautiful… You taste so fucking good… you're gorgeous."

Jasper heard Edward's words and his hairs were up everywhere—goose bumps breaking all over his body with the husky sound of Edward's voice. He sounded lost, maybe in a parallel dimension, completely submerged in a world where only the two of them existed.

All mixed thoughts that crowded Jasper's mind stopped as the redheaded Greek divinity tentatively lapped his tongue over his hole for the first time, repeating the movement over and over with more determination.

Jasper moaned unashamedly, moving his hips, thrusting forward, shoving his cock against the bed then pushing his hips back to meet Edward's face, enjoying the exquisite feeling of Edward's mouth on him once more.

Jasper's right hand let go of his cock and grasped the bedspread beside him, mirroring his left one, trying to ground himself, afraid of just lifting off and flying out of the window—the sensations Edward's tongue were creating were that heavenly.

Edward's fingers were sinking into his ass cheeks, parting them, bettering his access to Jasper's entrance as Edward lapped from his scrotum up to his crease then down again.

Jasper felt like a perverted man peeking through the drapes of his bedroom on the second floor of his house. Edward was in bed with a man. It was the first time he ever saw a man in Edward's room. He couldn't tell if he was excited for finding out Edward was not straight, or if he resented the fact that the man in the room wasn't him.

He could definitely tell the two men apart. Edward was well-built but the man was muscled, army-like; he had cropped hair and was a bit shorter than Edward.

Jasper remembered Edward's face buried in the 'soldier's' ass, as he remembered the onslaught the poor man suffered right after that. Edward thrust hard and heavy, nothing like he did with girls. He was raw with the man—no kissing, no tenderness—only blunt fucking.

Jasper shivered, afraid to be attacked like that. What was he thinking when he walked into Edward's room, following the man as a puppy, being pulled by his warm hand?

Jasper should be drunk. Too bad he wasn't a drinker—some alcohol would have helped numb the pain he would surely feel once Edward pounded his ass as he had seen him do with many other men during those three months he'd been watching him.

Maybe he was drunk with hormones or adrenaline or some other kind of chemical his brain must have produced at the thrill of being not only approached by Edward but taken by him that night.

Jasper felt Edward's right hand sliding down his thigh to the sensitive skin behind his knee, pushing it up to his side, leaving him completely open to him. As his hand slid back up his leg, he felt Edward's hand pull his cock back as his tongue glided from his ass down, over his scrotum, until it reached the head of his cock. First gathering his pre-cum with the tip of his tongue, then sucking his head into his mouth hard, making Jasper mewl in pleasure.

"Such a beautiful cock… it fits perfectly in my mouth." Jasper heard Edward's whisper—probably to himself—as he let go of his dick for a few moments.

Jasper felt Edward licking up and down, from Jasper's hole to the tip of his cock, sucking quickly on his head a few times before letting go and resuming the licking all over again.

Jasper couldn't remember feeling this good—ever. He was holding off, trying not to come into Edward's mouth as he had failed to do a few minutes before, when Edward was sucking on his cock, practically begging him to come in his mouth when he noticed Jasper was trying to last longer.

He couldn't remember ever watching Edward sucking a guy off before.

It didn't really matter. So far, everything was so fucking amazing he could hardly care for anything else he had seen, known or done in his life!

So, as he felt Edward engulf his cock into his mouth again, Edward's fingers started to invade his entrance. It felt so much better than his own fingers in there.

The intrusion was welcomed, as Jasper rocked his hips back and forth into Edward's hand, feeling Edward stretching him with one, then two, then three fingers. Edward was gentle, loving, lapping his tongue around Jasper's cock head, alternating the sucking with kisses on his ass and thighs.

Jasper's heart was pumping wildly, his breathing was out of control and his body was shivering in ecstasy. He could hear his own moaning and gasps, but he didn't care. He wanted to enjoy it to the fullest.

When Jasper felt Edward's fingers sliding out of him, he froze. He was so still it seemed to him that even his heart had stopped.

Edward moved back to his knees. Jasper heard the noise of foil being ripped, and soon felt the head of Edward's cock being pushed against his lubed puckered flesh.

It burned.

It burned and ached.

Jasper closed his eyes hard, creasing his forehead, opening his mouth in a muffled cry against the bedspread.

Slowly, Edward's length filled him—he was long and so hard.

Edward lay on top of Jasper, making him feel safe in his arms. He held him, pulling him against his chest, and as he started thrusting slowly, Jasper felt his lips on him again, everywhere Edward could reach, sucking on his skin gently, kissing him, his breath warming the skin it touched. Jasper could feel Edward's hands stroking his skin; the movements so slow and tender, made Jasper feel wanted, cared for.

So that was the mix of pain and pleasure Jasper had heard of, but had never experienced before, he thought. It was strong, powerful, maddening. At every thrust, he felt alive, his heart pounding in his chest, his blood running hot in his veins; the colors shifting behind his closed eyelids were mesmerizing. His cries followed the rhythm of Edward's thrusts.

Jasper reached for his cock again, pulling on his deflating erection, bringing it back to life.

As Edward slid his cock deep inside Jasper—his lips attached to his neck, his chest burned on Jasper's back—Jasper finally felt whole.

AN - Blue button, anyone? Reviews are very much appreciated! Thanks for reading!