Sleeves Chapter Two

EPOV

"Fuck. Jasper," I whispered hoarsely as he pushed against me. He felt strong and hard and so very comfortable. My voice didn't sound my own, it was husky and deep, showing Jasper just how much he affected me. I brought my hands up to cup his jaw and placed a slow kiss against the corner of his mouth. He sighed and tilted his head slightly, grazing my lips as he found mine. That same electricity from the bar surged through my whole body, causing me to rock my hips into his. I could feel his hard cock against my hip and the thought that he was half as turned on as I was caused me to react with fervor. I pushed my mouth against his, letting my lips cover his full, soft ones. My tongue lightly licked at his bottom lip before I sucked it into my mouth.

As he gasped and wove one hand into my hair I let my own drop from his jaw to feel the skin under his shirt at the small of his back, trying to pull him closer. His flesh seemed to burn my palms, causing an ache to grow all over my body. He opened his mouth to me willingly and his tongue danced against my own, insistent and needy, pushing and rolling, tasting me. Fuck, I couldn't get enough of him; his body against mine, rocking rhythmically; his fingers in my hair, tugging gently and causing me to fucking arch into him with the pleasure and pain of it all, his breathy moans and gasps, the fucking fantastic way he smells, earthy and sweet and enough to make me lose my mind.

I think I might have fucking moaned when he pulled away from me slightly. His eyes sparkled and a sexy smirk appeared on his face. Yeah, I definitely moaned. I was about to protest when he silenced me by raising his arms over his head to hook the back of his shirt. He pulled it off slowly, revealing to my hungry eyes first his fucking glorious abs, then his hard chest and, holyfuck, his hardware. His nipples flashed with silver barbells, lying horizontally through each bud. My dick twitched and I could sense Jasper watching me closely to gauge my reaction. He wouldn't be disappointed.

Ducking my head I quickly took one nipple in my mouth as my fingers dutifully played with the other. I flicked my tongue over his flesh feeling his nipple harden further against it. When I closed my mouth over it and sucked gently I felt more than heard Jasper give a low growl. Fucking hell. His hands wove more tightly in my hair, keeping me pinned in place. It wasn't as if I was going anywhere. I tugged on the bar with my teeth, twisting it slightly and trying to cause as many new sensations as I could. The deep moan I heard certainly reassured me that I was on the right track. He was so responsive to me, I loved every reaction I was getting. This was living.

I swapped sides and showed some attention to his other nipple, causing him to cry out. Through his moans and little grunts and gasps I thought I heard a breathy sigh of my name. Before I could ponder it for too long I was being pulled upward as Jasper found my mouth and smashed his soft lips into mine.

He tasted fucking delicious. Warmth and sweetness and all man; pure Jasper. It was a heady combination. I couldn't find it in me to pull away so I slipped my hand between us to continue tugging gently on his nipple as I shamelessly ground my dick into his hip. He rolled his pelvis against me and a shot of pure lust pulsed through my veins. I had never been this turned on before. This was something new altogether. Sure, I'd taken guys home and fucked them. A couple of girls too if I'm honest. But Jasper, he had me tied in knots and I was still fucking fully clothed. A bundle of nerves hit me when I thought of taking my clothes off. What would he think?

Rather than psyche myself out I decided to just go for it and pushed gently on Jaspers chest to give myself a little room. I took a deep breath and looked around his apartment. It was a fucking mess. The entranceway we we're standing in was painted a deep red and had pieces of wood and different sized boxes lining the walls. I tentatively placed my palm in Jaspers and motioned by a tilt of my head for him to lead the way. He actually looked a little put out by my stopping our make out session but gathered himself quickly and began to pull me through the hall and into his living room. He headed straight for the shabby brown leather couch pushed off to the far side of the room, turning to look back into my eyes every few seconds. I can't figure out how he made it to the couch without tripping, his living room was so dark; deep brown walls and heavy curtains over the window told me that even in broad daylight this room would be dull. It wasn't an oppressive dark though, it felt safe. When he leaned over to snap on a lamp on the side table the room was basked in a warm glow of yellow light. Homey.

He moved to push me down to the couch but I needed to get this over with.

"Wait." His eyebrows shot up but he arranged himself onto the sofa, long legs stretched out before him.

I took a deep breath and began to unbutton my shirt. I let out a breathy laugh as his grin widened at my intent. My fingers shaking, I pulled my bottom button from its loop and began working upwards revealing inch after inch of pale skin. Then inch after inch of black line. Thick black bands. Black ink.

I'd had numerous different reactions to my tattoo; some guys were turned on by it, some were turned off. My last sexual encounter left feeling like shit after the dick asked me to keep my shirt on. It looked pretty hardcore, with black ink banding around the entire left side of my torso, onto my chest and across my stomach and covering my whole back. The tribal shapes and lines left pale skin peeking through but it certainly wasn't something you could ignore. My right shoulder and chest were covered by the branches of a thick tree, continuing down to cover my arm in its 3/4 sleeve. My pain was permanently etched onto my skin, lest I forget. My left arm was covered in everything I had ever lost; butterflies, music notes and cursive lettering tangled round my arm to my elbow.

I wasn't ashamed of my ink. It looked fucking amazing. I had the body to pull it off and loved how clean cut I looked with a shirt on; it was my secret. Everything I had chosen to represent my life, my past, was so personal that I hated the initial act of showing anyone else that part of me. Those first few seconds when I showed myself and their eyes would take everything in trying desperately to read the meaning behind my art made my skin itch to be covered up. Made the sick and empty feeling of the pains of my loss resurface.

Looking towards Jasper I saw that he was doing just that, taking in everything; his eyes roaming over my body as I shrugged the shirt from my shoulders. He looked...fuck, he looked hungry. He liked it. His beautiful blue eyes weren't calculating, trying to figure me out. They were accepting. Maybe because he had his own ink, his own secrets, he understood.

"Edward," he sighed gently. I took a few paces forward so that I could stand before him. "Turn around."

I did so, slowly and more than a little nervously, wondering what his reaction to the extent of the piece would be. As I turned around I heard him gasp. I heard the leather of the old couch squeak and felt his body heat behind me. The faintest touch from his finger tip as he traced the lines over my spine sent fire flooding through me. I let him search, breathing deeply and allowing him time to trace the lines to my ribs, to find whatever he was looking for.

As his fingertips rounded my body and settled on my chest, tracing tiny circles around my nipple, I felt the hot skin of his chest against my back. Fuck, his skin against my own felt unbelievable. His right hand grasped my hip as I simultaneously felt his tongue on the side of my neck, nipping just below my ear and his dick grind into my ass. I hummed in appreciation as he continued to lick and suck at the skin below my ear. He nipped at my earlobe before leaning further into me to whisper.

"I think you were made for me."

It was enough to have me take in a shaky breath and fucking melt into him. He felt this connection too, whatever the fuck it was. Before I could even attempt a reply he had his hand slipping from my hip to palm my cock through the fabric of my slacks. I groaned embarrassingly loud and brought my hands forward to fumble with the buckle of my belt and unzip my pants. They pooled around my ankles and I toed off my shoes to allow myself room to kick them off. Jasper helped me lower my boxer briefs and as I lifted my feet out of them and slid them across the floor to my slacks he gripped my aching dick firmly in his hand and began to pump.

It was almost too much, feeling him firmly pumping up and down my length, stopping to gather the precum at the tip every few strokes and spread the moisture over me. I could feel him breathing deeply and rolling his hips so fucking seductively against my ass. It took everything I had to turn around and away from the heat of his chest but as our bodies aligned face to face I was well rewarded for my efforts.

His lips were on mine instantly and his teeth began biting gently at my bottom lip before his tongue would sweep along and sooth the tiny ache. Fucking perfection. He pulled me close with his hands on my ass, kneading and squeezing as our chests touched and the cold metal of his piercings sent a shock through my body. I pulled away from his beautiful attack on my mouth to pull in huge mouthfuls of air and as soon as I'd caught my breath, started licking and sucking his neck. Over his thrumming pulse point and down to the hollow of his throat. He tasted like fucking heaven; sweaty and musky. God.

Following the line across to his collar bone and shoulder, nipping gently as I went, I scraped my teeth across his skin then soothed the sting with my lips and tongue. My hands fell from his waist to the top of his jeans, enjoying the soft spattering of fine hair leading from his navel. After fumbling with the button for a second I was victorious, popping it out of its hole and moving onto the next. Buttons two and three were easy and I pushed his jeans passed his hips to find that he had nothing on underneath. I looked up into his eyes to find them dancing with amusement. And lust. I wondered briefly if mine looked the same to him before I felt him squeeze my ass roughly. I pushed my hand into his now loose jeans and felt hot, hard flesh, fucking straining and dripping with precum. My mouth was watering at the thought. I sucked roughly on his bottom lip and felt his tongue sneak out to tease my top lip. My hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock and pumped slowly upward, getting a feel for his length. As my palm neared the head of his cock I was confused to feel something cold and hard against my hand. Fucking hell. I'm not lucky enough for this to be real. Is that? Is he fucking pierced?

I gasped quietly and pulled away from his mouth to lean my head against his strong shoulder and gaze down at my hand around his hard dick. I nudged his jeans down further with my other hand until they rested across his thighs.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I breathed. That was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. The head of his dick was throbbing and pulsing and at either side of his head sat the two end balls of the barbell sitting through his cock. Using my free hand I twirled one ball and give an experimental tug. The 'fuck' I heard coming from above me was enough to spur me on. I squeezed his cock firmly before moving to settle on my knees in front of him.

"Yeah, I think you might be fucking made for me too."

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Thanks again to my fantastic beta, harrytwifan. Your encouragement with this story has been amazing. Thank you.

Jasper's piercing is called an Ampallang if you want to check it out before the next chapter. There is a link to a pic of it and one of what I kind of imagine Edward's tattoo looks like on my profile.

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