Title: Bend Over For Me

Author Name: Edward's Peacock and Twisted Mind of Pervs

Rating: M

Word Count: 1940

Pairing: Edward/Jasper

Banner Made By: Edward's Peacock

Disclaimer: While we don't own Edward and Jasper, we love making them do dirty, kinky things.

Summary: When you hide your true passions, what's left? Edward has hidden who he really is his whole life. Will a chance meeting one night in a biker's bar change everything? Or is back to business as usual in the morning? m/m Slash You've been warned. 18 only.

Chapter 3

Edward's POV

Tracing my fingers down his spine, I admired Jasper's ass as he lay across my desk. I'd envisioned this all day. Now it was finally a reality. "You're so beautiful spread out for me. Seeing this perfect ass and your ink have me rock hard."

Kneading his cheeks, I opened him up for me to ogle. Jasper shivered, releasing a moan. Slapping him once on each side, I slid open my desk drawer and grabbed my bottle of Jergan's hand lotion. From all my jacking off I had the softest hands in town. With one squirt my fingers lubed up nicely. Jasper wiggled when I slipped one into his puckered hole.

"What's the matter, baby? Do you want more?" I teased, toying with his entrance.

"Edward, please? No more teasing… " Before he could finish, I slipped in another, twisting it and hitting the sweet spot he liked so much.

By the time I had added a third finger, Jasper was a writhing hot mess of sweaty flesh. Yummy! The sheen of his skin glowed with a reddened hue. Every pant from his lips was a plead for more.

"It's not teasing, it's stretching you for my cock. You want my cock, right?" I knew he did, but I wanted him to beg.

"God, yes! Please! It's all I thought about today. Every delectable inch of it." His ass lifted, searching for relief.

Shifting my hips back, I taunted him. "I don't know if I should give it all to you. You've been very naughty. Watching me," I slapped his right cheek, "hiding your beautiful ass in the overalls," this time the slap went to his left side, "teasing me all day."

"I'm naughty in a good way, baby." He looked over his shoulder, showing me the lust in his eyes. "I had to watch you, to know you."

"And if I said this was the last time we'd be together, would you still want me inside you." Why did it hurt to just think it?

"Especially if it was. It will crush me, but one more moment with you would be worth it." Reaching out, I wiped away a lone tear slipping down his cheek.

"We'll figure something out. It won't come to that. Right now, I just want to feel you moving against me, knowing you're here because you want to be."

Twisting, he spun around, leaning his ass against my desk. "I know what you did on your trips. I don't want your money. My bank account is just fine without it." He wrapped his lubed and talented fingers around me and started stroking it on me.

I opened my mouth to explain, only to be left sucking in heavy breaths. "How? When?"

His lips caressed below my ear. "Later, baby. Right now, I want to make you happy." He grabbed my throbbing shaft, sliding on a condom and lining me up to his puckered entrance. "Let go of your worries."

Jasper was right, I needed to get a grip on my anxiety. I meant it when I said I wanted more than a fling. My adult sex life had consisted of one-nighters with paid male hookers. It's why I ran off this morning. It was the first time for me. The shame didn't help. Jasper was proud of who he is, and I hide it in cheap hotels and back alleys. But I was always careful; I'd never risk a future partner. Now I was glad I did. I wouldn't risk Jasper's life.

"Fuck me, Edward. Be the controlling man I've watched for months."

He ground his ass against me, biting my shoulder. Cinching my eyes shut, I let my inner beast out. Before he could breathe, I plowed straight in. If he really wanted the true me to take him, I'd give him that. I hitched his legs over my shoulders. Gripping his thighs, I withdrew and slammed in again harder. Jasper lay back on the desk and surrendered his body to my control. There was no denying my rising fury with my punishing pace. He accepted my pounding over and over. My hips slapped against his ass. Leaning in, I slammed my lips to his.

"Fuck, you're so hot."

He lolled his head, locking his lip between his teeth; any attempt at speaking came out as panted garbles. His reawakened erection bounced off his stomach in time with my thrusts. The swollen and purple tip begged for release as it wept. So lost in the haze overwhelming him, Jasper didn't even try to relieve himself. My baby couldn't be left to suffer. He was worth every risk.

I gripped his thick shaft and stroked it with each of my pushes into his depths. It only took a few seconds before he shuddered and exploded in my hand. Long hot ribbons coated him as I spilled into the latex.

Jasper's POV

Through a daze, I vaguely noticed when Edward moved us back to the couch. Our bodies were covered in sweat, evidence of our hard fucking. After last night, I knew Edward was a powerful lover, but the way he took me, letting his control take over, turned me on. But, of course, we needed to talk. He'd made it clear that he wasn't ready to be done with me, and I certainly wasn't done with him. Not after spending the last six months watching him. Some may call it stalking, I thought of it as keeping an eye on what was mine. And make no mistake, Edward was mine.

Shifting so that I faced him, I brought my hand down to his chest, running a finger along the dark ink just over his heart. Edward shuddered, a moan slipping out from between his lips. Such a fucking turn on!

"Baby, stop," he murmured, shifting his focus to me. "We need to talk."

I groaned. He was right, we did, but I didn't want to. I'd been waiting for this moment for so long. "Fine, but later, we play again."

Edward's lips curved upward. "You bet your sweet ass we will, but we need to get a few things clear first." While he spoke, my hand had been drifting down his chest toward his cock. He growled, grabbing my fingers before I could get too far. "Baby, please, stop."

"Okay, okay," I sighed, pulling my hand away. "Talk."

"I want this," gesturing between us, " to work, but we have to be careful. My career, your career, they are on the line if people find out about us."

"My career," I scoffed. "Yeah, because people really give a damn that the mailman is gay."

Edward stood up, running a hand through his hair as he made his way over to his discarded clothes. Pulling on his boxers, he turned back to me, frustration oozing off of him. "I can't come out, not yet anyway. There are expectations of me that you'd never understand."

I let out short huff before standing up and crossing the office. Gathering my clothes, I began to pull them on. "Yeah, what would I know about expectations. I mean, fuck, I'm just some dumb kid from the mailroom. Not like I have any pressures or shit in my life, right?"

"Wait, Jasper, fuck, that's not what I meant." Edward grabbed my arm, swiping my shirt out of my hands before I could put it on.

I shifted my eyes up to his. "I told you already that I am willing to be anything you want me to be. You want me to be your fuck-toy, then so be it, but don't stand there acting like you're the only one who that has to hide who they really are, or are you unaware of the company policy regarding tats? Unlike you, though, I don't give a fuck if people know I am some tattooed, biker dude. I just want you, all of you, but I will take whatever you let me have."

"Why?" he asked, dropping his head onto my shoulder. "Why do you want me?"

I brought my fingers up, tangling them in his hair. "Because I see the real you, and, baby, you are sexy as fuck." Edward laughed softy. "I just want a chance."

Leaning his head back, Edward smiled. "A chance, huh? What if I can never give you more than just whatever this is?"

"Then that's all we are, and that's enough for me," I muttered, trying not to let the hurt show. I wasn't naive, I knew the odds were stacked against me, the likely hood that Edward would ever want more than just sex from me were slim, but I couldn't let him go, not when I'd finally felt him inside me, tasted him. "Just let me take care of you, baby."

"Nobody can know," he whispered, his lips brushing across my shoulder. "Not your friends, family, anyone."

"Okay," I agreed, keeping the little detail that my family wouldn't give a fuck to myself. They were supportive of my sexuality, even going as far as trying to set me up with their friends' sons. I'd sat through more than one awkward dinner with a man who either wasn't ready to come out, or wasn't gay. Though they tried hard, Mom and Dad didn't have the best gaydar. "Anything else?"

"We can't do this here anymore." Edward leaned back, looking me directly in the eye. "It's not safe."

"So no more office blowjobs, huh? Okay, if you insist, but I have to admit that I liked sucking you off right here." Edward moaned, his eyes darkening. I smirked, dropping my hand down between us and stroking him through his boxers. "Seems like you liked it, too, lover."

"Jasper, baby, not here," he groaned, his head falling forward onto my shoulder. "Please, don't push me on this."

"Fine," I sighed, giving him one last squeeze before releasing him. "Maybe I should just go home. I'm kind of tired, anyway. This hot, sexy guy fucked me into oblivion twice now."

"Hmm, maybe this guy should grab some food and come make a house call, make sure you're okay. You know, give you a physical."

Without answering him, I bent over and picked up my shirt off the floor, laughing to myself when Edward grabbed my hips and ground himself against me. Yeah, he was mine. Straightening up, I pressed myself against him before tugging my shirt over my head, and bringing my hand up to his bare chest. "Baby, you're always welcome at my door, in my bed, or ass, but do me one favor."

"What?" he asked.

"Don't cover your ink. You're beautiful and I want to see the real you, not this guy that works in this office."

Edward nodded, a wry smile slipping over his lips. "Okay."

Grabbing the back of his head, I crushed my mouth against his, thrusting my tongue in. Edward's arms came up around me, but instead of letting him hold me, I pulled away. Snatching my shoes off the floor, I left Edward standing in the middle of his office for the second time that day. Once the door closed, I shoved my feet into my shoes, and took off toward the elevator, riding it down to the garage. I walked over to my bike, and straddled it, a moan slipping to the tip of my tongue from the dull ache in my ass. Once I had my helmet on, I jump started my hog, and headed home, knowing that Edward would wind up on my doorstep sooner or later. I was counting on sooner.

A/N Mmmm, these boys sure do know how to "talk" don't they? Do us a favor and leave our talented writers a couple of words.