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Warning: This is a spank!fic. It has a great deal of PWP (= Porn Without Plot) and contains EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT. If this is not your cup of tea and/or if you are not of legal age. PLEASE STOP READING NOW.

A/N: I love you all, my dear pervy readers. I can't believe you're still reading this. The only additional warning for this chapter is that there may be a teensy bit of character development. Gotta find some way to get to the *ahem* well, you know.

JPOV

Edward didn't come to school the next day.

I was never fully awake or alert when school started, so I didn't notice until I realized he wasn't in Spanish third period. I couldn't remember a day of school when Edward was not in attendance. Even on the first so-called "Senior Skip Day," he showed up. It was probably because we both had detention that whole week and would have gotten suspended otherwise, but still, his absence was unnerving.

I was so preoccupied, I ditched school at lunch.

I got into my truck without really knowing where I was headed, and I soon found myself turning onto the Cullen's long, hidden drive.

His obnoxious Volvo was sitting in the driveway, so I parked behind it. That likely meant he was home. I started to get out of the truck before I stopped to think about what I was doing. Cullen had every right not to come to school for whatever reason. He didn't owe me an explanation. I wasn't his keeper but for a couple hours a week when we gave into these unexplainable urges.

I almost restarted the truck and turned around, but I couldn't shake the feeling. I really wanted to make sure he was okay. I got out of the truck slowly, trying to make up an excuse for my presence.

When I reached the house, I still had no clue what to say to him if he opened the door. I swallowed my pride and decided to wing it.

I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

I turned my back to the door and stood on the front step, turning around to look out at the quiet woods with my arms crossed. I tried not to regret my decision to stay, but there was nothing I could do about it now. The worst that could happen was that he'd tell me to get the hell off his parents' property. Or, he could refuse to answer the door.

I felt a rush of air behind me.

There goes the refusal to open the door.

I turned and found standing in the doorway a very tired-looking, disheveled Edward wearing nothing but a pair of flannel pajama pants hanging low on his hips.

He looked delicious.

"Hale?" He was squinting at me and his voice was thick with sleep.

"Hi," I said lamely.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I don't know- I just- You weren't at school..." I trailed off lamely.

"You were worried about me?" he sneered, making the expression that reminded me of Cullen the asshole from school, and not Edward the kinky boy with the spank fetish.

"No!" I answered too quickly. "I just wanted to make sure I didn't hurt you yesterday. I paddled you pretty hard."

"Oh." His cheeks flushed. "Well, I'm a little sore, but it's nothing I can't handle."

"So...?"

This wasn't going well. I was starting to regret my decision.

"Look, I woke up in the middle of the night with a migraine, all right. I puked my guts out. I took some Excedrin, and I've been trying to hide in the dark all morning." He had stepped further back into the house, probably to avoid the sunlight. "You happy, now?" he added bitterly.

I didn't see what his problem was.

"That sucks," I offered with a shrug. "My mom gets really bad migraines."

"Well, if there's nothing else." Edward grabbed hold of the door was beginning to close it.

I'm not sure what made me even think it, but I didn't drive out all this way just to have a door slammed in my face. Something about his reaction wasn't sitting well with me.

"Wait!" I put my foot in the door. Edward stopped at my commanding tone, and conflict spread across his features.

"My mom," I started. "Nothing worked for her migraines, so she went to see an holistic healer, you know, alternative medicine and shit. She recommended that my mom, well, that she masturbate when she felt one coming on and that would make it go away."

"Seriously? Masturbate away a migraine? You're making that up."

"I think I was 12 at the time, so it made me really uncomfortable to hear someone say that to my mom. Traumatizing almost, I remember it very clearly," I insisted, trying not to shudder at the memory.

"Well, it doesn't matter anyway. I already have the damn headache, Einstein." His voice was dripping in sarcasm.

"Maybe we can redirect the pain."

His eyes widened, then quickly squinted back with a grimace.

"I can't believe I'm considering this," he muttered.

"No paddle. Just hands." I offered.

He stood back in the shadow of the door. I held my breath and watched him. His eyes were closed and he was taking shallow breaths. I was trying to imagine what was going on in his head.

"Come on," I prodded gently. "For not showing up at school today?"

He groaned and when my eyes drifted down, I saw his pajama pants begin to tent a little. He nodded finally, then opened the front door wide enough for me to enter the house. I started shrugging out of my jacket as walked toward the living room.

"We can't in the living room," his voice was hoarse.

"Why not?"

"My eyes are still sensitive to the light. With all the windows, it's just too bright." There was a pain in his voice that I didn't like. I wanted to take it away. It was my job to cause him pain. The right kind of pain.

"Okay, where then?"

"Well, my bedroom is dark," he offered.

I was really wary of doing this in Edward's bedroom. Something about the intimacy of being in his room, the room where he slept and changed clothes and wanked off to bikini models. It seemed so... intimate. Who knows how many girls he'd had in that bed.

"Isn't there somewhere else?" I tried not to let my discomfort show, but it was obvious.

"Look, Hale, you barge into my house in the middle of the day, suggesting that you can spank away my migraine. And now, you're complaining about the setting? Well, tough shit. Do you get migraines? I feel like there's something trying to dig out of my brain through my eye sockets, and the longer I stand down here, the more I think I'm going to vomit. My room's the only one with heavy enough curtains other than the downstairs bathroom. And the bathroom, well, just not there."

He was obviously in a lot of discomfort, and I couldn't deny him. Anyway, the bedroom did sound more comfortable. Plus, I understood what he meant about the bathroom. The rather gentle moment we shared there after I had fucked him the first time sort of made me think of that bathroom as a place for afterward.

"That's fine," I said surprisingly gently.

His feet were heavy as he trudged up the stairs, I followed him slowly, taking in the glorious way his butt clenched as he lifted his body up each step. I knew he could feel my eyes on him, and even though his slowness was in part due to the pain he was in, the way he gently moved his hips back and forth as he walked was definitely not entirely unintentional.

As soon as we entered the room, I stiffened my shoulders and got ready, pushing my sympathy out of my mind and focusing only on getting us off.

"Get on the bed. Face down."

His defiance and reluctance from downstairs seemed to have melted away, and he quietly lay down right on the center of the bed. He turned his head and rested his check on a pillow, bringing his arms up to wrap around it.

"I wish I had a camera," I muttered, as I finished taking off my jacket.

Edward tensed.

"I wouldn't do it without asking you first, Edward."

He raised his head and nodded.

I crawled onto the bed. I was fighting the strong urge to lick up Edward's back, starting at the two dimples right above his ass, all the way up to the back of his neck, ending with a bite to earlobe. Instead, I brought my hands to his waist and curled my fingers under the waist band of his pajama pants.

"These need to go."

He used his hands for balance and raised his hips wordlessly, allowing me to remove the offending garment. Once I tossed aside the pants, I turned to really take in the sight.

His skin looked a little rough from the previous day's activities, still red and starting to fade into purplish bruises. It was beautiful. I held my tongue from saying it out loud, though. I wasn't sure Edward would appreciate his well-paddled ass being called beautiful.

Instead, I placed my hands on the muscle and gave both sides a squeeze. Edward tensed at the sensation, but didn't make a sound.

"You never miss school, Edward. Even though you have an excuse, it was still a naughty thing to do, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"Do you have a doctor's note?"

"No."

"I might have let that slide, but as it is, you're in trouble."

Edward groaned into his pillow.

"I'm going to punish you the way your teachers never would. 'Cause they don't know what a cockslut you are."

I shifted to straddle Edward's thighs. His naked body was hard underneath me. I had to shift to hide my arousal. There was something so hot about me being fully clothed and him without a stitch of clothing on underneath me.

I pressed a hand to Edward's left cheek to silently tell him where to expect me to go. Then, I raised my hand.

The first slap was fairly gentle.

Edward hummed in approval.

The second slap was a little harder.

That got a low, throaty, "Oh."

"Let me hear you, you naughty boy," I taunted. "I'm going to do this until you're moaning like a bitch in heat."

I let a third slap smack against the biggest bruise on his right cheek.

"Oh, fuck!"

"Still too coherent," I said with a shake of my head, even though I knew he couldn't see it.

I let another hard slap go, aiming for the more sensitive area between his cheeks.

Edward's breathing started to pick up, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to see him come undone.

I began to alternate slaps between his right and left cheeks.

He began to moan louder and louder each time my hand connected to his flesh, My dick was starting to get uncomfortably confined as I watched his skin respond and his body start to tremble.

"Nine," I said hoarsely as my right connected with his cheek.

"Ungh..." was the sound that came out of his mouth.

He squirmed underneath me.

"You okay?"

"Need more room," Edward panted. "So hard."

Well, it looked like the mission to get Edward's mind off his headache was at least somewhat accomplished. The way he responded still amazed me. After less than ten spanks he was ready to blow his load.

"Do you want me to make you come, Edward?"

"Yes, god yes!" He was starting to rut against the mattress.

I slapped his battered right cheek once more.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Please, yes!"

"Say it!" I ordered with another hard slap across both beautiful pink cheeks.

"Fuck me, Jasper. I want you to fuck me."

"That's better," I murmured. I could hear the need dripping out of his voice, replacing any breathlessness that was there before. If there was any doubt in my mind that I shouldn't be doing this now, Edward put those reservations out of my head.

He wanted this. He wanted me.

I felt a weird, overwhelming need to show him how much I appreciated his giving himself to me like this.

"Do you want to ride me?" I blurted out, before I really even thought about what I was saying.

Edward looked over his shoulder at me with a stunned look on his face.

"Y- yes," he sputtered. "If that's what you want."

"I do. I want you to sit on my cock, so I can get deep inside you."

He swallowed hard, and then looked at me for guidance.

I lifted myself off his body and climbed off the bed. Edward propped himself up on his forearms in order to turn and see what I was doing. I unceremoniously chucked my jeans and long-sleeved t-shirt. As I slipped off my y-fronts, I glanced up and noticed that Edward was staring at me with a hooded gaze. I was standing against a backdrop of his bikini models, yet, he was staring at me like I was something to eat. I wondered if he could be a closet case. Whatever he was, at that moment, it didn't matter. His hungry look only encouraged me more. I approached the bed and crawled toward the headboard. I propped myself up on the remaining pillows.

"Get up," I commanded to the still prone Edward, who had watched my every move.

Edward raised immediately to his hands and knees.

"Get on my lap. Facing me."

I was winging it, but I couldn't let Edward see that.

Part of my motivation was to ease the curiosity of my horny teenage mind. I had never taken a really good look at Edward's dick. I had gripped it a time or two, but he always had his back to me. Now, for some reason, I wanted to see it.

Of course, just like the rest of him, it was fucking perfect.

It was long and thick, straight and uncut, and it was at full attention. As Edward straddled my lap, a knee on either side of my hips, he brushed it right up against my own dick.

I managed to suppress a groan.

I hated that Edward fucking Cullen made me feel this way. My physical response to him was ridiculous. I liked the way it felt, like my nerves were being brought to life, but I wish it had been someone else, anyone else, to awaken this in me.

My resentment vanished as he rubbed his cock up against mine again. The first time was likely accidental on his part, but this time it wasn't.

"You're eager, aren't you, you cock tease?"

Edward's expression was unreadable. Being face to face was something new. I think we were both a little uncomfortable with it, but I couldn't backtrack now.

"If you're in such a hurry, you can prepare yourself," I said sternly.

Edward's eyes widened as I handed him the lube I brought with me.

"Where did this-?"

I didn't feel the need to tell him that I had shoved the spare bottle I kept in my truck into my jacket before knocking on his front door. Instead, I reached behind him and gave a flat-handed smack to his left ass cheek.

"Don't question me."

He looked down and nodded, resuming his meek position as he fingered the bottle.

"Do you know what to do?"

He nodded again, and I could see him take a deep breath. He had obviously never explored his asshole on his own before. Another check in the straight column.

He squirted the lube onto his left forefinger and I watched as his hand disappeared behind his back. He squirmed a little, but eventually he shifted again, and I knew he had added another finger. I idly started stroking myself, as I watched his body twitch and writhe above me. Once Edward seemed to have a rhythm going, I grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Look at me," I ordered. I needed to see how well he was actually dealing with my instructions.

His eyes met mine.

"Are you ready?"

He steadied his gaze and nodded.

I handed him a foil packet.

He again looked surprised that I had managed to bring condoms into the bed without his notice, but he took it from my hand.

"Put it on me."

He fumbled a little, which confused me, until I realized that this would be the first time he touched my dick. Maybe any dick other than his own. Interesting.

His body was beginning to flush in what I assumed was embarrassment. It was actually a little endearing. A thought which disgusted me. I was turning into a fucking sap over what was little more than a willing piece of ass.

Even so, I was starting to get addicted to this ass, so I ordered him to look at me.

"Are you ready?"

His eyes were clear as he nodded.

I reached around and slapped his ass with both my hands, each gripping a cheek, and spreading them a little. In a quick movement, I lined him up and pulled him down so I was buried deep inside him. He was so fucking tight. Even though I had been inside him less than 24 hours before, it was just as exquisite.

He winced a little and adjusted his position to get used to the intrusion. Eventually he stopped fidgeting, and seemed to be waiting instruction.

"Put your hands on the headboard."

He did as I said, gripping the frame on either side of my head. This was the other reason I wanted him to face me. He needed the leverage.

"Now, ride me, slut."

I reached around and gave his right cheek a hard slap, as if I were spurring on a horse.

Edward groaned, and then raised his hips slowly until I was almost all the way out of him. He lowered back down just as slowly. I let him experiment as he repeated this motion a few times, picking up speed, until he found a pace he liked.

"That's it. Ride me, Edward. Ride my cock," I said firmly.

I grabbed his hips and helped him as he hammered down on my cock. Every time I squeezed his raw cheeks he'd moan a little deeper, a touch of the fresh pain in the sound. That noise just about did me in. Every time his hips came down, and the burning flesh of his ass slapped against my thighs, he tightened around me a little. I didn't know if he was even aware he was doing it, but it felt incredible.

There wasn't any danger of me coming to quickly. I may have been 18, but I knew how to delay gratification. Nevertheless, I couldn't dare shoot my load before Edward.

"Touch yourself," I ordered to him.

Almost immediately, Edward's right hand was gripping his cock, as if all along he had been waiting for the order.

"Make yourself come, you horny boy."

Edward's head rolled back a little, and as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I felt him shudder as the warmth of his spunk splattered on my torso. His whole body was clenching and shivering as I pounded up into him.

My intention had been to have him jerk me off, or at least to come all over his now thoroughly spanked ass, but the feel of his trembling weight and the way he was pulsing around me was too much. I bent my knees until my feet were flat on the bed then tightened my grip on Edward to hold him steady.

I thrust up hard and fast for a minute, until I lost it, arching up and coming with so much force, I think my heart stopped momentarily.

"Fucking hell," I muttered as I came down from my high, my legs splaying out.

Edward was panting on my lap, his head hanging down, and as I came back to a state of coherency, I realized how close our position was.

Edward looked up, and seeming to realize it, too, he quickly scrambled off me. He sat down beside me, against the headboard with his legs stretched out like mine, but he was far enough away that we weren't touching.

I glanced over at him.

"You okay? Sore?" I didn't think I had spanked him all that hard, but it felt a little weird just to get up and leave.

"Nah, it's all right."

He handed me a tissue from his bedside table, and I wiped his load off my torso. Then, I pulled off the condom and raised an eyebrow at Edward. He gestured to a waste basket near his desk.

After I got up to toss the tissue and rubber away, I retrieved a bottle of arnica gel I stashed in my jacket pocket.

"I, um, I bought you this. It's supposed to feel better than aloe. I can-"

"Thanks," Edward cut me off and took the bottle from my hand.

He began to read the label of the bottle and eventually nodded at me with an expression that bordered on gratitude.

"Roll over," I demanded.

He looked for a second as if he would refuse.

"You can't reach well enough," I insisted.

He flattened out once again, not speaking a word.

I rubbed the gel into his skin, massaging the muscle as I did. I really hadn't spanked him all that hard, and probably wouldn't have offered, but he was definitely still sore from the day before, regardless of what he told me. I assumed that the whole process embarrassed Edward in some way, but I figured if it were me, I'd be pissed off if someone could help with the residual pain and didn't.

After I finished, I put the bottle on his table and he sat back up.

"How's the headache?" I asked as I retrieved my clothes.

Edward shrugged. "Still there. But, I was sufficiently distracted during," he finished with a weak smirk.

I didn't respond as I pulled on my jeans and shirt. Once I was fully dressed, I was snapped back to reality, and there just wasn't anything else to say.

"Well, I guess I'll go, then."

Edward had scooted down so he was laying on the bed, with an arm over his eyes.

"You mind closing my door on your way out?"

"Whatever, Cullen," I said as I headed out of the bedroom.

I stepped through the threshold and closed the door quietly and gently. I rolled my eyes at myself as I stalked down the hallway.

Two weeks ago, I would have slammed that door as loud as I could.

END SCENE

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