THE ALICE BRANDON RECOVERY PROGRAM
PB&J.
"Shit." Jasper flopped down on his bed. It was the first time he'd been home for dinner with his family in months. Of course this would be the dinner where his parents announced they were getting divorced.
In the privacy of his room, he let himself cry for a few minutes. Then he punched the shit out of his pillow.
It made sense; his parents fought all the time, since he was a kid. He shouldn't be so bothered by it, he was never usually home anyway. Still, the shock of having something so familiar ripped away from him made Jasper feel like shit. And made him imagine himself as a miserable 40-something, think about how weird life is and a whole bunch of other depressing shit that he didn't wana think about.
The only good thing good thing about the divorce was that his parents felt guilty enough to finally buy him the microbus he'd been lusting after like it had tits.
This summer he was getting the fuck out of Forks and not looking back. He had a great uncle in the South and always dreamed of making a summer-long road-trip to visit him. Just peace, music and the open road. Jasper was a big hippie at heart. He'd already mapped out the journey and taped it to his bedroom wall. It included places of historical interest highlighted along the way, because he was secretly Forks' biggest history nerd.
Flipping on his back his eyes caught the words scrawled up on his ceiling in Alice's spirally handwriting over a year ago, and almost made him smile.
With Alice being so light and compactly sized, he could literally hold her in the air, her ass cheeks in his palms, bringing her up to his face to go down on her while she squeezed her thighs around his ears, and he was so tall that she could reach up to press against the ceiling to relieve tension as her orgasm built.
The first time they tried it, about a year ago, they were at his house for whatever reason instead of Emmett's, and she was so happy after she came that while she was up there she whipped out an eyeliner pencil and wrote "Alice had a flying circus trick orgasm here. 3/5/2009." on his ceiling to commemorate the occasion.
He can still see it now, looking up from his bed that he never sleeps in. With some shock, Jasper mused that being squeezed between Alice's thighs buried face-deep in her, feeling the pulse in her thigh beat against his neck, was quickly becoming one of his favorite places to be.
He'd never been one of those creepy dudes who savored the taste of pussy like a fine liquor. He'd gone down on Alice every once in a while over the past three years. He didn't hate it, didn't love it. He liked to make her wriggle and squeak, but it wasn't as good as getting a BJ.
Right?
Only now it was just the two of them, Alice was on his mind and/or his dick pretty much constantly, and he found he couldn't get enough of the taste of her pussy. He got a kick out of sitting somewhere normal, like in class or at Emmett's, with her aftertaste still on his tongue. Sometimes he dragged her into the janitor's closet before calculus, so he'd have something to get him through the hour.
Alice thought it was hot, but even she was a little surprised how into it he was. She felt all warm when she thought about it, flattered and proud but in a weird kinda deviant way.
Better get used to it he thought, not long til his dick shrivels up completely and they become a fucking lesbian couple. Thank goodness she didn't have long hair, or he'd probably develop a penchant for braiding it.
Not that he didn't enjoy blowjobs. Ever eager to please, Alice of course gave magnificent head. For a girl so tiny everywhere, it was impressive and frankly fucking mind boggling how much she could ACCOMMODATE. And she was always so fucking eager. She'd been eager every time they fucked around, since day one. But since they'd switched to just the two of them, she'd made it her fucking mission to get him off as thoroughly as possible, like some kind of adorable show of loyalty. Every time he felt his swollen head hit the back of her throat his heart swelled for her.
These nostalgic sentimental thoughts were creeping him out.
He was done beating the shit out of his pillow and he had to get out of the house. His bed felt cold and foreign to him. He still wasn't used to sleeping there. He jumped on his Ducati, instinctively heading for Emmett's. Before he'd even left the driveway he changed his mind, pulling out his phone and calling Alice.
Alice was a cure for the blues if ever there fucking was one. She always knew how to make him feel better when he was in a shitty mood.
"Come over, baby," she said, as soon as he told her. Her voice was soft and kind and he suddenly felt the missing places on his body where her arms weren't around him already.
He heard her apologizing to some girls she was with, telling them it was important. It sounded like she was at dance practice. He suddenly felt bad for fucking with the new normal life she was trying to have and started to say it didn't matter but of course being Alice she wouldn't listen and said she'd come get him herself if he didn't get his ass over to her house immediately.
Alice was so good at taking care of him.
Fifteen minutes later, he was in a warm bath with her legs wrapped around him, her nipples pressed against his back, eating a delicious PB&J. She had to scoot and prop herself up because she was so small, but her tiny body wrapped around his felt like the strongest thing in the world. Her hardworking little fingers melted the tension in his shoulders, rubbing up and down his neck and back, before coming to rest with her arms firmly circled around his torso, palms pressed over his heart.
As soon as he'd finished the PB&J, she climbed on top of him and fucked him how he loved it right there in the bathtub. The water rolled off her tits as she bounced on his dick like it was her favorite Christmas present, and he forgot his parents' miserable marriage, shit even their names, as he saw her head drop back and her orgasm of sighs and squeaks and soft high Alice sounds washed over him.
She washed his hair, doing amazing things to his scalp with her Alice sexy fingers. Then they let the water out and he sat her on the edge of the tub and started drying her.
He enjoyed doing simple taking care of her things. He'd always done shit like that over the years, more so than Edward or Emmett ever did.
He used to let her drag him around stores weighed down with bags, gave her piggybacks when her ridiculous designer heels gave her blisters, she texted him whenever she needed to fix or reach something taller than the 5ft 3 she managed WITH a stepladder, a couple times a year during finals she got really stressed and had a mini freak out panic attack until he'd wrestle her into his lap and rub her sensitive spot behind her ear until she calmed down like a magic Alice-off button, and he let her sleep in his bed every night those four days she waited for her period to come late Sophomore year, just holding her while she cried all night and rubbing circles into her back.
He failed a history test on the third day; he fell asleep at his desk. It was the first and only time he did and the history department were shocked.
So enjoying taking care of her, Jasper put her foot on his shoulder to pat her leg dry.
When he reached the top of her leg he ducked his head between Alice's thighs. His damp golden hair tickled the insides as he rubbed his nose on her clit like an Eskimo kiss. With a stroke of his warm tongue he licked it, then softly blew on it, the cold air making Alice squeak. Jasper looked up at her through his wet hair smiling his biggest smile, the one that showed his single crooked cheek dimple, and she poked him right in the dimple, growling at him for being a tease and running her fingers over the stubble he was beginning to get, looking pleased, because, fuck, he was beautiful. Kneeling between her legs all mischievous and so grown up but still so Jazz, that adorable quiet smoldery boy who she fell for the second he asked to borrow a pen on the first day of middle school.
He carried her to her room wrapped up in the towel and fucked her twice more on her bed, stopping in between to run his mouth all over her body tasting her sweet perfect Aliceness and the fresh bath clean smell all over her. She tried to go down on him then, but he stopped her, running his thumb over her parted lips and bringing her face up to kiss her. He felt peaceful and good now. As girly as it sounded, he just wanted to cuddle and fall asleep.
"I wana make you feel good, Jazz" she purred into his mouth, "I'll make it better. I'll make you happy."
His heart beat loud against his chest, "Already made me happy, Al. You make me happier than anyone. My bottle of sunshine girl."
He kissed her until she had to break away for air, taking the opportunity to pull her into the Alice-sized space on his torso and wrap his arms around her, snuggling down to sleep. She hitched her leg up on his waist and fitted in to his arms, like his own sexy teddy bear.
When he woke up it was early and she was still asleep. Like a fucking girl, he watched her sleep. He watched her lids flutter and her breath puff out in little sighs. He was almost falling back asleep himself when her forehead crinkled and her eyes peeked open. She was adorable and he couldn't help running his hand through her hair. Her little head fit almost completely in the palm of his hand.
When she first looked at him, her eyes were wide and soft and the emotion in them made his chest hurt.
Then she screwed up her face and rolled away from him, getting out of bed and going to the bathroom without a word.
When she came back, her face was set and she took a deep breath. He was still in her bed, and she looked over from the doorway, her arms folded.
"Jazz, I'm not fucking you any more."
With those seven words, his world spun off its axis.