I Ain't Playin' Your Game
AN: Yes, I'm from Texas, too. No, I don't talk like this, but I know people that do and just had to do it.
This is the first fic I've ever written in present tense. That was harder than hell, but I thought it would be a nice challenge. Anyway, this is the last birthday fic I do for a long time. Now that I'm back into the habit of writing again I will be going back to my regular stuff unless I get hit with a new idea.
Happy Birthday, Penny, otherwise known as Mrs. Agget. Enjoy Jasper, don't ask why he cusses so much, he just does, that's all him, not me.
Characters belong to SM
JPOV
Edward Cullen is one cocky motherfucker. Yep, I said it. Cocky. Mother. Fucker. He purposely teases me, the only gay person he probably ever met. Why? Because he can, that's why.
Glarin' at him from across the street I hope to set him on fire and incinerate him. Yeah, that sounds good. The fire would match that ridiculous red mop of hair he has. Who even likes that shit? Not me. That's who.
What is that ass thinkin'? Why the fuck does he this to me? He puts on a show, but I know it's for my benefit, not all the gigglin' gaggle of idiot girls that cling to him. Is it any wonder why I'm gay?
Every damn Saturday I have to drag my lazy ass out of bed and mow the damn yard. Did Mr. I'm Perfect, you motherfucker, ever have to mow his lawn? No. His parents pay for landscapin'. I wish my parents had money to waste on shit like that, then I could sleep the fuck in.
Why does that bother me? Because as I'm down here, sweat runnin' down my bare chest, I can see him in the window seat of his bedroom upstairs, watchin' me. The reason I find this disturbing? I'm damn positive he's fucked his way through half the girls at school. Why the fuck is he even lookin' at me?
He watches me every Saturday, timin' his walking out of the house when I'm done mowin'. That motherfucker knows I wash my car right after that. Partly to cool down, and partly because I love my car. Edward, on the other hand, doesn't have to wash his precious car if he doesn't want to. He comes downstairs to wash it and tease the whole damn neighborhood. Go the fuck back inside. Stop tryin' to tempt me to do somethin' stupid, as I'm sure that's your game.
Turnin' my back on him, and his car and those slutty bitches, I put water into a bucket with some biodegradable soap. Livin' up here in the Pacific Northwest turned me into some god damn tree hugger. That is somethin' that may not ever have happened if I hadn't had to move here in the first damn place.
My parents split when I was little, so I ended up with my mama in Austin, Texas for most of my life. She shipped me off to my father when I finally came out to her. Mama thinks that it's her fault I'm gay. She thinks she should have done a better job of havin' a decent man in my life.
Livin' with my father is fine. He doesn't give two shits that his son is a 'fag'. His wife thinks it is the greatest thing ever. See, I was out in Texas, but because of her and her big mouth I am out in this tiny little town too. I may not have wanted to go back into the closet, but shit. The fact that I'm gay is no ones business except mine and whoever I'm with.
In Austin it was easy. I could hide my anonymity in the throngs of people there. Almost no one cared one whit about me bein' gay. Sure, there are always a few haters, but for the most part it was a pretty chill city. I attribute that to the large music and arts population down there. Here though? Hell, here is torture.
Slappin' a soapy sponge of water on my car I sigh. Soon. Soon I'll be free. Soon I will be away from this small town and their narrow-mindedness. Not that I gave the town a chance. After livin' here for two years I still have no friends, nor did I want any. It is better to keep my distance. I'm bustin' free as soon as possible.
In three weeks I will be away at college. I chose to go to school in Portland, Oregon. Why? It isn't as rainy as here, or as hot as Austin. It's green, and gorgeous like here. It has the arts and music like Austin. The fact that both Austin and Portland share the same city motto may have hammered the nail in for me. 'Keep 'em both weird.'
Unable to keep my back turned away from that motherfucker any longer I go to the other side of my car to wash it. He's lookin' at me with the oddest expression on his face. Fuck him. That shit head is gonna be out of my life soon. He'll be goin' to some outrageously expensive school in the northeast, I'll bet money on it. What a waste of good money, goin' to some school like that; only to compete and get the same damn job as someone else that went to a cheaper school. Fuckin' idiots want to waste their money, go ahead.
Now that the fucker has my goddamn attention he bends over the hood of his car juttin' his ass out in my direction. What the freakin' fuck? See, he is playin' some sick game. I refuse to play. What does he want? Me to play with his pasty ass? Hah! Think again, fucker, you can keep that to yourself and all those skanks watchin' you.
Standin' there I watch as he bends lower. Yep, he's definitely tryin' to rile me up. The girls, however, are turned on as they see him in only wet board shorts that cling to that pasty, yet still firm, ass. Snorting to myself, I turn away. Edward Cullen does not have a firm ass. Edward Cullen does not a firm ass. Edward Cullen does not have a firm ass.
I continue to wash and caress my baby as I ignore the looks bein' directed at me as well. Some of those girls turn sorrowful eyes on me knowin' I'm gay, some wantin' nothing better than to 'change' me. Good luck, bitches. Never gonna happen. Leavin' this shitty town is the best thing to happen to me. At least in Portland there are enough lesbians there that I may actually get to have a female friend without them comin' on to me or try changin' me, or act like silly little girls.
A whistle makes me snap my head up to attention. My eyes catch sight of Edward fucking Cullen ruttin' against that girl Bella. She seems to be his favorite of all the girls around. Why? I will never know. Bella is sittin' on the hood of Edward's car as he grinds himself into her. Why can I not look away? Because that stupid fucker is starin' right at me, his green eyes bright.
As Edward licks Bella's neck and teases her ear with his tongue his gaze never waivers from mine. The girls behind him are catcallin' and shit for more. Where the fuck were the adults in this neighborhood? All hoveled safely ignorant inside their homes or getting off on the show, that's where. Bella gasps for more, but I barely hear her across the street through the moans. Edward's hands come up to her neck and slowly untie the top of her string bikini. Yeah, did I forget the bikini part? Slutty bitch. The fabric falls between them and I watch in horror as Edward takes one of her nipples between his teeth. Probably the only thing that has me not runnin' yet is the fact that her breasts are so small or I'd be violently sick right now. Somehow I restrain myself from gagging at the sight. My eyes attempt to tear away from them, but it is like watchin' a train wreck. Eventually that fucker stops as Bella's moans get louder and he goes back to her neck, still pinnin' me down with his eyes.
Bella's moans and hip movements met a fevered pitch and I watch as she comes and Edward obviously doesn't. His smile at me as Bella plied herself off the car is nearly too much. He never does kiss Bella or anythin' as far as I can tell. Bella, herself, turns towards me and gives me a wide smile and a wink before she launches herself into the mess of onlookers. What the fuck does that mean?
Bella's leavin' left Edward and me alone on the street, albeit on respective sides. He is still watchin' me, almost tryin' to will me over. That shit will never work. He just humped some bitch, forget it. If he is playin' some game with me, then he best be gettin' over it.
Turnin' away from him again I spray my car down of the soap and decide it's too hot for me to be standin' here and turn the spray onto myself. The water feels good as it trickles down my body. Hearin' a loud moan from across the way I spin around. There is Edward behind his car where I can't see, but I'm certain he's touchin' himself lookin' at me. Angry at him, I take a step forward. Movin' closer to him, he grins at me and I get that much more angry. Stupid fucker.
Catchin' up to him, I press him against his car with me behind him. Grabbin' his hand that is surroundin' his dick, I demand, "What the fuck is your game?" Shit, I should not have come over here. I'm far too close to his ass and my dick loves bein' next to the firmness of it. Fuck.
"No game," he purrs. Yeah, fuckin' right.
"Tell me," I command this time, my dick sliding itself against his wet board shorts. His bare back is thin, but muscled and I notice, belatedly, that my body likes the way he feels. Fuckin' hell.
"Mmm... No game, I really like you, Jasper," he admits.
"Oh, really? You have a funny way of showin' it, Cullen," I snap, he doesn't deserve me callin' him by his first name. We are not even friends.
"What? With Bella? Bella is... is... " he tries to tell me, only stuttering the process. It could have something to do with my hands on his hips and my dick slidin' more forcefully against his ass. His lack of runnin' away screamin' tells me one thing, he ain't all straight. Edward finally gasps out, "Bella is my beard."
Faltering a minute, I blurt, "What the fuck?"
Edward turns his body around and calmly states, "She's my beard, has been since before you even moved here." Where the fuck was I for this? See, this is what happens when you cut yourself off from everyone.
Refusing to be distracted by his beautiful, perfect body; his flawless, moonlight skin; his wild, beautiful, sunset hair... Oh my god, someone slap me now, please. When did I become attracted to my shit head neighbor? Shakin' my head for good measure I come back to Edward. "Why the fuck would she waste her years in high school with you? She could have been datin' someone better." That I did mean, she could have been with someone better, at least someone that actually wanted her. Oh, look at me, I do care. Who would have thought?
Edward chuckles at me. "She's got a boyfriend, he lives on the reservation. I keep the threats of other boys away for him and he lets me pretend," he explains, then mumbles, "Not to mention I think he gets off on the idea." What? Who the fuck would get off on that? I roll my eyes at Edward. Some people are idiots.
"Hey, don't knock it. It works for us," he defends. Who am I to argue?
"Sorry, but I've been outta the closet the whole damn time I've been here without it bein' my choice, so I have about zero sympathy for you," I explain.
Nodding his head, Edward whispers, "I know. I think that's the reason I've had the hugest crush on you." What? Could this day get any more surreal?
"Crush?" I croak.
"Yeah, crush. I'm just a coward that couldn't even tell you before now," he reveals.
"That's too bad, Cullen. We will be leavin' for college in three weeks," my voice is soft with regret of what could have been, maybe. I still haven't entirely given up me thinkin' he's a cocky motherfucker and this is the ultimate game to him.
"I know. I'm going to college with you," he declares, grabbing my attention.
"What do you mean 'college with you'?" I question, incredulous.
He presses his body close to mine and kisses my neck. This isn't like he did with Bella, this has more behind it. "It means I'm going to the same college as you, Jasper. It means I want to be with you. It means give me a chance, please," he babbles.
"Why would you go to that school? I thought you'd be goin' to an Ivy League one," I contest, not sure if I want this person that as of an hour ago I couldn't stand.
Shrugging at me, he says, "I wanted to be closer to home than that, but not going where everyone else is. When I leave this place, I will be out, I have no intention of hiding what I am anymore."
"Cullen... do your parents even know you're gay?" I ask him, wondering if he actually thought this through.
"Jasper, my parents know. They kept telling me that I shouldn't hide it, but I couldn't help myself. I saw you and how lonely you were and I couldn't stand the thought of losing all my friends over it," he tells me.
"I wasn't lonely, Cullen. I didn't make friends on purpose. This place is only temporary," I try to get him to understand.
Edward shakes his head no. Fine, don't agree with me then. "No, Jasper. If people around here wanted to be your friend they would have made an effort to do so. They didn't out of fear, either because they are bigots or because they were afraid of the bigots. I understand how this works in a small town. If I'd been stronger, braver, I would have been out before now and tried to get you to go out with me."
What am I supposed to say to that? This may still be some game and I'm just the pawn. I will not be played without being a willin' participant. Leanin' into Edward, I whisper, "You should have given me the chance before now. It's too hard to believe now. I won't play your game." His face pales more than I thought possible given how pale his skin already is. A few inches from his ear I kiss his neck, sucking the skin in, marking him. Let's see what he does with that. If he wants to play, then I'm gonna make the rules.
When I'm done markin' him, I lean back to admire my work. A wide grin spreads across my face and Edward's mouth hangs open in shock. Noddin' my head at him I return to my side of the street. I still have a car to finish washin' and then I'm goin' back inside, away from whatever the fuck this is.
Cullen gives me both hurt and speculative looks the rest of the damn time I'm out here. Gettin' back inside away from them is my number one priority. Finishin' up buffing my car, with Edward's stares watchin' every move I make is disconcerting. It's with relief I go back inside the house.
All night I dream of Edward, the way the water droplets roll down the muscles in his back and chest. The way his lean legs meet that perfect ass. The way his hair is messy and beautiful. The way the green of his eyes shine like regular emeralds, not the dark ones, almost seeming to glow. I snicker when I think, no, it's closer to the color of absinthe. Yeah, that's it, absinthe. All glowin' and shit. Fuckin' hell.
Wakin' up to wetness in my boxers pisses me off a little. I know Edward fucking Cullen is the culprit. "Fuck you, motherfucker," I grumble to no one in particular. If my mama could hear me now... Well, let's just say my mouth would be washed out with soap for cussin', my head smacked for bein' an idiot that can't come up with more intelligent things to say, and my ass smacked for good measure to demoralize and humiliate me, but not in a fun way. Fortunately for me, I live with my father, who doesn't seem to give a rat's ass what I do.
Cleanin' myself up in the bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror. My moss green eyes look tired, no thanks to Cullen. My hands finger comb my blond curls and I leave the bathroom, I'll take a shower later.
Goin' downstairs after I put some clothes on, and by clothes, I mean shorts only, it's Sunday and I'm goin' nowhere. Neither of my parents are ever here on weekends, nor are Cullen's, they all work on them. Openin' the fridge I peer into it lookin' for breakfast, brunch, lunch, dependin' on whatever the fuck time I got up today. Leftover pizza it is. I'm sure I'm supposed to microwave that shit to prevent food poisonin', but I don't. I love cold pizza.
Grabbin' a coke and my pizza I sit down on the couch and turn the TV on. Surprise, surprise. It's Sunday and there is not a fuckin' thing on. It seems as though I flip through more channels and find not one god damn thing. Decidin' I'd put a movie in instead I do just that and chow down on my grub. Mmmm... yummy.
Lickin' the grease off my fingers from the pizza and takin' the last swig of my coke I hear the doorbell ring. Who the fuck is callin' on a god damn Sunday? Everyone in this town knows where my parents are, not here. Settin' the coke down I head to the door and pull it open, still lickin' my fingers. Guess who it is? Yeah, you guessed right. Edward 'motherfucker' Cullen; the star of my dreams last night, someone I never gave the time of day before yesterday.
"What the fuck do you want, Cullen?" I sneer. He stands there with a t-shirt, jeans and bare feet. His eyes are on my fingers that I just removed from my mouth.
"Um..." He shuffles his feet and looks down all awkward. Now that's a side of him I've never seen. The only thing I usually see is a cocky, arrogant, confident motherfucker. His hand goes to his neck, subconsciously where I marked him the day before. Inside I do a little vindictive dance.
Finally, those green absinthe eyes meet mine and his face reddens. "Err... do you know how to change a flat tire?" he asks me. I'm sure I'm lookin' at him like he's the biggest idiot in the world.
"Of course I do, don't you?" I snap.
Cullen shakes his head no. "What do you mean, no? As much time as you spend with that car, you'd think you woulda learned how to take care of the simple things," I rant at him. His response? Shrugging his shoulders. Just for that I shouldn't help him.
Rollin' my eyes at him, I begin to shut the door until I glance across the street. He ain't kiddin' 'bout havin' a flat tire. Shit. I think that tire is slashed, not flat, not a leak.
"What the fuck happened to your tire?" I ask in bewilderment.
"Oh, um... I don't know. I woke up this morning and was going to leave the house and couldn't," he tells me bashfully. Bashful? Where the fuck did Edward Cullen go? I think I miss him. This person is harder to get a read on. Of course I still think he's playin' some sort of game.
Shuttin' my house door I walk across the street in my own bare feet and take look at his car. The tire had been slashed all right. It's a good thing it's only one of them, like whoever did it got scared off. I hope it isn't because someone saw us yesterday.
Cullen is absolutely no help. I have to find everything myself. The jack, the tire iron, the tire gauge and something to put behind the other tire. The only thing he's done is get the spare tire out. At least there is that.
Jackin' the car up Cullen stands there watchin' me, the same as yesterday. I'm uncomfortable, but I manage to get the old tire off eventually as I try to ignore him and his gaze. Tired of the stares I pull him down to the ground next to me and show him how to change a god damn tire. He should know in the future. As far as I am concerned anyone that owns a car, man, woman, gay, or straight, should be able to do that, change their own oil, and pump gas. I snicker to myself, I won't be pumpin' gas in Oregon anymore as I'm not allowed, but maybe I'll be pumpin' somethin' else.
Cullen rubs the back of his neck and says, "Thanks."
"Anythin' else?" I ask while I'm over here, just to be polite, my mama raised me right, not because I want to help with anythin' else.
He shifts uncomfortably at first, then launches himself at me, pushin' me down to the ground. Cullen kisses my lips and starts to dry hump me, not a good idea. I remember just yesterday him doing the same thing with Bella. Shovin' him off me, I shout, "What the fuck, Cullen? I told you yesterday I'm not playin' your game."
Frownin' at me, Cullen gets angry. Yeah, that's what I want to see. This is what I'm used to. "I'm not playing a game, you ass wipe. Everything I've done is to get your attention. That includes slashing my own tire, that I know how to change, by the way," he rants at me.
Stunned speechless it's my turn to stare at him. His hair has become more wild during his outburst and my fingers find themselves in it. Lickin' my lips I pull him to me and kiss him, a real kiss, not some kiss with anger behind it. Lettin' him go I look around, it's a Sunday and people will start to be comin' out of their houses or home from church. "Uh, Edward, I think we should go inside," I breathe. If this is goin' anywhere then the whole town doesn't need to know.
"No," he disagrees.
"Yes, people will see us," I argue.
"I don't fucking care. I'm done hiding in the closet," Edward grinds out.
"Great. That's well and good for you, Cullen, but I personally don't want concrete burns either. Let's go inside," I urge. Honestly, I could care less, but he's about to leave soon, there is no reason to make the rest of his stay miserable if it doesn't have to be.
Sighing, he helps me up from the ground and shows me inside. Holy crap, I know his mom is an antique dealer, but shit. How can you be yourself in a house like this, afraid to touch anythin'? Edward takes me up the stairs to the second floor, that as far as I can tell is entirely his. There is a game room/den type place that he walks into and grabs a soda from the mini-fridge for each of us. He doesn't stay in the the room though.
Edward continues walkin' down a long hallway until he reaches what I assume is his bedroom. Followin' I watch his ass until he turns to look at me, smirkin'. Cocky. Mother. Fucker. His room at least looks a little more lived in and durable than the downstairs does. There is a couch in his room, but is that where he sits? No. He sits down on his bed, pattin' the place next to him. Rollin' my eyes at his wantonness, I sit down and take the soda he offers. Poppin' the top off the can I take a swig and see Edward watchin' as I swallow. Takin' it away from my mouth, I tease, "Do you want to watch me swallow somethin' else?"
Hissin' is the only response I get from Edward as his eyes go wide and I assume that's my answer. Livin' here I haven't been getting much action, and I miss it. Settin' the can down and takin' Edward's from him and puttin' it beside mine, I kneel down between his legs. Placin' my hands on either side of his waist I slowly slide his shirt up and he removes it the rest of the way.
My hands make quick work of his jeans and I pull them down and off. He still has boxer briefs on and I push him so he's lying flat on the bed. Placing my hands on either side of his thighs I knead the muscles and kiss the inside of 'em, workin' my way up to his cloth covered cock. Kissin' him through the cotton I feel his already semi-hard cock get harder. Startin' from the bottom of his shaft I make a kissin'/suckin' action and pull the cotton between my teeth at the same time. I continue like this all the way up his shaft to the tip that is peaking above the waistband of his boxer briefs.
Lickin' the head that's showin' I dip my tongue into the slit and taste his pre-cum on my tongue. Edward moans and grabs my head, tryin' to force more of his cock into my mouth. Disentangling his hands from my hair I straddle his waist, my own aching cock touchin' his. Placin' his hands above his head I kiss his lips fiercely. This isn't really a make-out session, but more a session of want and need. However, I want to taste him, taste his lips, his tongue, his air.
Getting off of him, he whines a bit, and I restrain my eye roll. Pushin' my shorts down I throw them across the room and make quick work of Edward's underwear. Pullin' Edward further up onto the middle of the bed I straddle him again, backwards this time. Hearin' his gasp makes me chuckle.
Pushin' his bent legs apart I lick the crack of his ass, ignorin' his cock for the moment. "Oh god," I hear Edward moan from somewhere behind me.
His hands caress my ass and pushes the cheeks apart as he takes an experimental lick around my hole. The growl that leaves me shows I like it, but that doesn't mean he does. Edward does it again and again until my hips are pushin' back to meet his tongue as I so desperately want something inside me. His tongue finally breaches through the tight ring of muscle and teases me. "Fuck," I breathe. I barely remember what I'm supposed to be doin' to the beautiful boy under me.
Bringin' myself back to the present I circle Edward's hole again and thrust my tongue inside. We both moan at the dual sensation.
Decidin' I still want to swallow him, I move back a bit and suck one of his balls into my mouth as I hold his shaft with one hand. "Mmm..." I hum as Edward follows my lead, almost replicating whatever it is I'm doin'. He must not have ever been with a guy before, or if he has, not often.
Bringin' my mouth down over his cock I feel my own enveloped by warmth and wetness. His tongue copies every glide, swipe, and twirl I make over his own cock.
Wonderin' if he can keep up I suck a finger into my mouth, keepin' his cock in it still. He does the same and I feel both his tongue and his finger slidin' against my cock. Removin' my finger from my mouth I suck harder and tease his hole again pushin' it inside. Yeah, he's doin' the same thing to me. I can't help the growl that comes forth, I'm ready to explode. Thrustin' my finger inside his ass, I almost forget what I'm doin' again as Edward keeps up with me. Lettin' him go, I announce, "I'm gonna cum." I doubt that he'll swallow, he doesn't seem all that experienced here. He lets my cock go from his mouth, but jerks his hand up my length and keeps his finger inside my ass, massaging me. My orgasm builds even more and my cum spurts onto his chest.
Goin' back to him when my heart stops racin' I suck his cock harder and finger his ass. He tries to fuck my finger as I swallow around him. "Fuck, Jasper..." Edward shouts and I barely have time to react as his cum spills down my throat. It's a good thing I planned on swallowin' anyway.
Pullin' away from him, I turn back around, facin' him. His absinthe green eyes are bright, his face is flushed, his chest is covered in my cum, he's beautiful. I take in and memorize every detail.
Lappin' my cum off his chest, I mix the flavors of both of us and kiss Edward hard, forcing him to taste us. He groans underneath me and presses my body down into his, wrappin' his arms around my waist. He is already hard again. Fuck, so am I. The best thing about bein' eighteen years old, minimal recovery time.
"Please fuck me," Edward pleads, his absinthe eyes desperate.
Shakin' my head no, I argue, "If you still want me when we get to college we'll go on a proper date, then maybe. I'm not a whore." If this is a game, an experiment still, I am not willin' to take advantage of him for it.
"I know you aren't a whore, Jasper. I want you so much. I've wanted you for a long time. You shouldn't feel like a whore fucking me," he reasons.
Kissin' his pouted lips I pull away and say, "Then start showin' me you want me before we leave, but I still ain't fuckin' you until after we get to school." He says he wants me now, but as soon as the other pretty boys were in front of his face, I wasn't sure it would last. Hell, I may want one of them instead myself. We can have fun now, if it turns into anythin' else, then great, if not, no matter. Edward is the person I want for now, but this is now. Who knows what the future holds.