I want your sex
I want your love
I want your… Sex
It's natural
It's chemical (let's do it)
It's logical
Habitual (can we do it?)
It's sensual
But most of all...
Sex is something we should do
Sex is something for me and you
George Michael – I Want Your Sex Part I
Jasper J. Whitlock, M.D.
Child and adolescent psychologist
Brandon, Peterson and Whitlock Clinic
I stared at the card in my hand the whole day. There were also a few telephone numbers and e-mail addresses.
I idly wondered if this was a joke. That first morning when I spied his card, I had only seen his name and the word psychologist. But now, seeing his branch of specialty, it made me wonder about him.
Did he give me the card as my boyfriend, or as a doctor worried about a teenager's behavior?
In the end, it was Bella who convinced me to call and ask. I had nothing to lose, she said. I had everything to lose, I knew.
I decided to wait and give him some time, not wanting to look eager to be around him, even though I missed him already.
At home, Mom greeted me at the door, smiling.
"Darling! I've missed you. How was your weekend at Bella's?" Her voice dropped a few octaves when she mentioned Bella. Maybe my friend was right. Maybe our moms were indeed secretly planning out wedding.
"It was great. We watched movies and did our homework," I lied.
She didn't pick up on that, looking distracted, as always.
"Lovely." She patted my cheek. "When are you off to see Mr. Brown?"
I just got home. Cut me some slack, besides… "It's Monday. I see Mr. Brown on Tuesdays and Ms. Hale on Thursdays," I reminded her with a roll of my eyes.
You can act like you missed me, not only say the words, but five minutes in my company and you want to get rid of me.
"Oh, right. I'm sorry, darling. I'm waiting for an important phone call so I'm a little immersed."
Sure, use big words to look more important than you are.
"I'll be in my room," I muttered, taking the stairs two at a time.
We always had the same meaningless conversations.
She loved to keep me busy; violin lessons, piano lessons, and in the past, she had even enrolled me in karate (but after I broke my arm, she realized it wasn't for me). There were also swimming lessons at some point, where I nearly drowned after the coach pushed me in the water saying everyone had survival instincts. I didn't, and it took an older guy to pull me out.
So I stuck with the music. I loved it.
Lying on my bed, I played with my phone for a while, before I finally got the balls to dial Jasper's mobile number.
"Dr. Whitlock," he answered promptly.
Doctor Doctor, gimme the news, I got a, Bad case of lovin' you.
Yeah, right. As if I had the courage to say that.
"Hello?" He sounded irked when I didn't say anything.
"Hi. Hey. It's Edward, you know…"
"I know." Jasper sighed, mumbling something that sounded like I should have known. "Can I help you with anything?"
That was so professional of him. "Why did you give me your card?"
Fucking idiot! I smacked myself in the head with the pillow.
I could hear Jasper laughing. "Because you're the exception," he replied once he calmed down.
My heart doubled in speed. "So, it's not because you think I'm crazy and I might need you…professionally?"
"No, kid. Nothing like that."
Kid! I'm not a kid!
"Having that covered, do you want anything else? I have a client in ten," he said softly.
"Oh. Uh, no. That's all." I just wanted to hear your voice. I'm pathetic, I know.
"In that case, we'll talk later." He hung up, leaving me gaping at the wall in front of me. In the wallpaper taped there, Freddie was staring back at me from his position lounged in front of the bike. It was my favorite scene from the video clip Crazy Little Thing Called Love.
What was that? I wondered.
He said later. Later meant he'd call me. He had my number now.
I was so giddy I had to express my mood somehow, and what better way than playing?
I picked my violin and positioned it carefully on my shoulder, before closing my eyes and letting the music pour out of me. The joyful melody soon turned into something I'd never tried, but it reminded me of our weekend spent at Jasper's—full of passion and a fuck fest. When a hair on the bow snapped, I stopped, surprised. I'd seen it with great violinists, but I had no idea I could play so violently to destroy the bow.
Putting the instrument aside, I grabbed a clean music sheet. The notes I scribbled came in perfect harmony, creating a crazy song which was a perfect replica of what I felt around Jasper.
Mr. Brown had always told me when I found something that inspired me to write music, to never let it go. I wasn't planning on leaving Jasper any time soon.
I wrote like a maniac, and only snapped out of the trance when a knock on my door let me know dinner was ready.
I looked around at the mess—papers and pencils with broken points everywhere––then I shrugged and went downstairs. I was fulfilled, and couldn't wait to get the courage to tell Mr. Brown about the song.
To my surprise, both my parents were at the table, talking and drinking; gin for Dad, martini for Mom.
Zafrina, our cook and maid, brought the food into the room. She smiled at me, and I smiled back, taking my seat next to Mom.
This woman had been around more than my own mother. She practically raised me.
When we began eating, the same stupid questions were fired at me.
How is school? How is Bella? How are my music classes? Do I need more money for myself? Have I been good in their absence?
Same old, same old.
But never once did they ask if I was happy, or if I needed someone to talk to…like a parent. I bet Bella was already sick of my whining.
After dinner was over, everyone went to their respective room, not giving a shit about the others. Dad locked himself in his study, Mom in the master bedroom, and I slammed the door of my room.
It was a maddening routine. It had always been like this. When I was younger, I thought it happened to every family, questions over questions, fake hugs and smiles then off to their rooms.
But then I grew up and befriended Bella. On my sleepovers there, her mother constantly checked on us, asking if we needed more snacks or drinks, or simply poking her head in the room to see us. It made me realize my family was dysfunctional.
I had to wait three days for Jasper to return my call.
I was on the way home after meeting Ms. Hale for my piano lessons, which were more practice for the recital I had in only two weeks. If I impressed the jury, I could get a free one-way ticket to Juilliard.
It was late on a rainy Thursday evening, and I was walking home because Mom was too busy with her group of stuck-up, high-class friends to come get me. That was when Jasper called.
"Hi!" I answered.
"Hello, Edward. Is it a bad time to call?" His warm voice made me forget I was in the cold rain, making my way home.
"Not at all."
"Horrible weather, huh?"
"Tell me about it." I sneezed, cursing in my head. Damn, that was really embarrassing.
"Bless you," he said, amused. "So I was wondering…do you have any plans for tomorrow night?"
Is he asking me out? Holy shit.
"Nope." Then I remembered my promise to Bella to have a movie marathon. "Actually, I don't know…"
"Well, let me know if you change your mind. You know where to find me."
"Okay. I'll call and—"
He hung up before I could give him a feeble excuse. That was so rude!
Why does he keep hanging up me? Do I bore him? Do I talk too much?
Next day at school, I cornered Bella at her locker.
"You're nervous about something. You always push your glasses up your nose when you're nervous."
"About tonight…I'm not sure I can make it." I dug my toe in the metal of the locker.
"Got a hot date?" She grinned, grabbing my wrist.
"He doesn't date. I think I'll meet him at the club and surprise him."
"Good plan. Let me know how it goes, and don't worry about me."
I was about to protest that she was my best friend and of course I'd worry about her being alone, but then I saw her eyeing Alec, the new guy at our school. He looked like a decent kinda guy, laid back and definitely avoiding drama. I shared English with him, and maybe I could play Cupid. It was the least I could do for Bella.
That night was easy to sneak out of the house. I didn't even try dressing up to impress him. I just threw on a pair of black jeans, a band t-shirt, my Chucks, and a leather jacket. Late October weather sucked.
I walked to Rainbow, considering it wasn't that far away, and I needed to muster all my courage to go near Jasper again. Maybe I should have called. If he was there with someone else, I wasn't sure how I'd react. I wanted to be brave and claim my territory.
I arrived late at the club in hopes to get Jasper and leave, ready to spend another wonderful night with him.
My heart sank when I saw him exiting the club with a new guy. He had an arm around the dude's neck and they were kissing, stumbling their way to the car.
I was closer to his car and hurried there, leaning against the door and folding my arms across my chest. I could picture how unaggressive I looked, but I tried my best. He promised, and when I didn't call back he went after someone else? It hurt.
"Get lost," Jasper barked at me, not looking in my direction, busy exploring the guy's mouth.
"I don't think so, honey. I'm the designated driver. You're too drunk to drive," I said as sweetly as possible. My smile widened when his head snapped up and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.
"Keys, please." I extended my hand, not looking away from his dilated blue eyes.
"You're in a relationship? I'm outta here!" The other dude hightailed it in the opposite direction.
Jasper frowned after him before fixating his eyes on me. "Now," he drawled, coming closer and trapping me between his body and the car. "You made my fuck leave."
"I can help you with that." I wrapped my arms around him, sneaking my hands in his back pockets and squeezing his ass.
He pondered my words, then leaned closer and kissed me hungrily. His whole frame was pressed against mine. I could feel every inch of him, and it drove me crazy with need.
Angling his head a little to the right to get better access at my mouth, he murmured against my lips, "I'm going to meet Satan."
I moved one hand to his hair and tugged at his golden locks. "Here I thought you were an angel."
I felt rather than saw his smile. "Lucifer." His lips pressed firmly against mine again. One of his hands held my neck, the other on the top of his car.
I was aware we were moving and making noises, but if all kisses with him were like this, I never wanted to do anything else.
He separated from me, leaving a trail of spit between us. "You can ruin my nights more often, Pretty Boy."
I turned red, wiping my mouth. "Keys," I said softly.
He pressed them to my palm, pushing me toward the front of the car. I walked around it, feeling lightheaded. That kiss had been something else. He'd never kissed me that way.
As I got in the car and strapped the seatbelt on, I stared at the steering wheel feeling nervous.
"I have no idea how to drive," I admitted. I was used to Mom's old shitty car.
"You don't have a license?" He groaned, looking at me.
"I do! Remember, you brought me back to my car after the first time? What I meant is…I have no idea how to drive your car."
"Like you drive any car." He shrugged, slouching in his seat.
Thanks for the tip. I rolled my eyes.
After fumbling a little, I got it running.
"Careful with the acceleration. It's very sensitive."
"Got it."
Whoa! It is sensitive! I only pressed the tip of my shoe down and we were flying down the street.
"How was school?" Jasper asked suddenly.
I gave him a questioning look, but he looked genuinely interested; unlike my parents.
"It's school, you know?" I focused back on the road.
"Refresh my memory." He chuckled. At least he was no longer upset with the age difference.
"I mostly keep to myself, away from the drama. Bella's my only friend."
"That's good, you know? To have fewer friends, and to know you can count on them when you're in trouble."
"I guess. It's not like I tried to get more than one friend. Bella…it just happened. We met at some extracurricular classes in primary school."
"Did you take ballet?"
"No, but she did. How did you guess?"
"It was obvious. Every little girl dreams of being a ballerina."
"Except I'm a boy. I had a class right after hers ended." I prolonged the inevitable. He'd think I was too weird when he found out I studied violin and piano.
"What were you studying? Take a left here." He pointed to the next intersection.
Good thing he guided me. I had no idea how to get to his house. In the past, I'd been busy staring at him, rather than paying attention to the road.
"Fiddle," I blurted out.
"Sorry?" His eyebrows shot up.
I sighed heavily. "I took violin lessons. One time, Bella stayed after her class was over to listen to me. We became friends."
He didn't say anything for two excruciatingly long minutes. "You still play?" He sounded amazed.
"Yeah. I also take piano lessons."
"That's wonderful!"
"It is?" I asked, embarrassed.
"I love classical music," he confessed.
I tried to hide my smile. "Maybe…" I trailed off, unsure of what I wanted to say.
"What is it?" Jasper leaned closer, placing his hand on my thigh.
"Would you like to hear me play?"
"I'd be honored, Edward. Take a right there and a left, then we're home." He squeezed my thigh, distracting me. "You were right. You're different than the average teenager. You're smarter and more sophisticated. I like that."
He liked me!
Jasper Whitlock liked me.
I could hear angels singing.
Our serious conversation was forgotten the moment I parked the car. We rushed to the front door, and after dropping the keys twice, Jasper managed to get it unlocked. Once inside, with one hand he pushed my jacket off my shoulder, and with the other, he punched the code in the key-pad.
On the way to his room, we left a trail of clothes as we tore them off us like savages.
"I can't get enough of you!" He moaned against my throat.
"I need you."
"My bedroom. Now."
We were still on the stairs when he picked me up as if I weighted nothing and made a bee-line to his room.
I could feel his cock bouncing against my ass, while mine pressed into his tight stomach.
I had no idea why he wanted to get horizontal when we had walls around us. I remembered how pleasurable it was the last time he took me against the wall.
To see all the characters, check the collages I made in my FB group. :)
See you next Sunday!
