Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight. Just like messing with the characters.
Dinner was . . . interesting, to say the least.
Rosalie came over and, like everyone else, it seemed, was upset that Bella and I were no longer together. She tried prying some information regarding possible new love interests out of me. I didn't say anything and gave Emmett a pleading look when she started on about possible blind dates. My parents just laughed like it was natural for this to be happening at their dinner table.
Everyone thought that I was just getting Emmett to stop Rose from trying to organise my love life and not that I was so uncomfortable discussing this because less than half an hour previous I was having what would accurately be called phone sex with her younger brother. Not sure she'd take to that too well.
I think Alice would have thrown her potatoes at me as well.
Not that she knew Rose and Jasper were related but that was by the by.
"So, Emmett, Rose, any plans for a graduation party?" My dad asked and the two of them looked at each other before looking back at my parents.
"Actually, we were wondering if we could have one here, mom." Emmett knew to go to our mother first about everything that concerned the house because one) she designed the house herself and two) dad wasn't here enough to know what went on inside its walls. Kind of depressing when you think about it, but it's true. "You know, invite the kids from school and everything. It would mean that we don't have to spend a lot renting out a place in Port Angeles, because you know there's nowhere in Forks," we all laughed, considering this was true, "and here's bigger than Rosie's place. What do you say?"
"Actually, that's not a bad idea." She smiled and I raised my eyebrows, surprised she was going along with it. "It means I can keep an eye on you at least." Of course, she wanted to know exactly what was going on under her roof and she would always want to know what was going on when it came to her children. If only we were all here under her roof. She'd be in her element then.
The discussion automatically moved on to the party and decorations, guests and all that shit. I tuned it out, knowing that if it were left up to my brother, the place would probably resemble a college frat party.
"Will Jasper be invited?" Alice asked, looking at the two of them, her eyes wide. Rosalie looked at her curiously before raising her eyebrow at me, probably wondering why she was asking about my best friend. Emmett gave me a look as well but his was more out of concern than Rosalie's patented 'what the fuck'.
I could see that Rosalie was about to question Alice on why she wanted to know and clearly Emmett could too. He placed a hand on top of hers, squeezing it gently before whispering in her ear. She looked at me again and I felt my heart speed up. What had he just told her?
"That's up to Ed." Emmett answered and she looked at the two of them, confused.
"How come? It's your party." She was clearly put out at their answer, not liking their deflection.
"Yeah, but he's Edward's friend." Rosalie reminded her and she huffed. My God, I wasn't that bad when I was fifteen, was I? If I was, I had some serious apologising to do to mom and dad. "So, ultimately, it's up to Edward if he comes."
"I'll ask him." I muttered, focusing on my dinner in front of me, stabbing my vegetables with my fork. "Can't see him saying no." Alice grinned at me, clearly happy that I was going to invite him. I needed to clarify with her that she realised he was gay. I had to ram that home before she tried anything, he rebuffed her and she came home sobbing and playing nothing but Eric Carmen and Toni Braxten.
After dinner I made my way into the living room to see Rose and Emmett curled up on the loveseat. "Edward!" I looked over at Rose to see her beckoning me over to her with a stern expression on her face. "Why was your little sister asking about my little brother? Luggo here won't tell me without you here." I glanced at Emmett, wondering what his game was. He shrugged subtly and I resolved to quiz him later.
"She doesn't realise Jasper's gay." I said quietly, sitting cross legged in front of them.
Her jaw dropped open as she looked back at Emmett who shrugged. "Have you told her that he's gay?"
I nodded and she narrowed her eyes at me. "She won't believe me. Apparently, Emmett tried the same thing on her when she liked some other guy. She said she's not going to fall for it again."
"She'll get over it, right?" Emmett asked and Rose raised an eyebrow at him. "I mean, it's just a crush, right? Girls get crushes all the time, right Rosie? Especially teenage girls. She'll probably move on to someone new next week."
"I hope you're right." I sighed, running my hand through my hair, resting my head on my hand. This couldn't get more complicated, could it?
Apparently it could.
Emmett's prediction that Alice would be over her crush on Jasper soon could not have been more wrong. It had been two weeks since the dinner and if anything, she had gotten more involved with getting Jasper. She had yet to approach him, even though I could see she was trying. Fortunately, Jazz knew how to avoid being seen when he wanted to.
Which also came in useful for the two of us when school was in session.
But more about that later.
I walked into the kitchen to see Alice sitting at the island, surrounded by her notebooks. Mom didn't like her doing her homework upstairs because she knew it never got done and Alice spent the night before panicking because she hadn't done whatever assignments she had to hand in the next day.
I walked behind her, seeing that she had her class notes open and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at what I saw. The pages were covered in little love hearts and inside them where her and what I could only guess Jasper's initials, along with variations on her name.
Alice Hale.
Mary Alice Hale.
Mrs Jasper Hale.
Mrs Alice Hale.
Mrs Mary Alice Hale.
I grabbed a carton of juice out of the fridge and poured a glass before making my way over to where she was sat. "Alice." I said softly, reaching over to get her attention. "This has got to stop."
"What?" She looked at me confused and I tapped on the doodles. She slammed the notebook closed before looking up at me.
"Alice, believe me, please, when I tell you that he's gay." I pleaded and she rolled her eyes, closing the rest of her notebooks and standing up.
"What? Can't imagine the thought of your sister with your best friend?" She shot back and I ran my hands through my hair. "What I don't get is why you're going along with this. I mean, Emmett I can understand but Edward, you were always the one to stick up for me."
"And you know I would if it weren't true." I tried reasoning with her but I could see that it wasn't working. "You know what? Fine." I stood up, towering over her. "You believe what you want to believe and keep living in that sunny little place called Denial. But do not come running to me when he turns you down." Because I'll be the one he's with.
I grabbed my coat and my car keys as my mom walked down the stairs. She smiled at me as she stopped on the bottom stair, watching me pull on my shoes. "Where are you off to, sweetheart?"
"I'm going to Jasper's." I answered and she grinned. She, like the rest of my family, loved Jasper. She thought that he was the epitome of southern charm – though he laid it on thick when around my mom – and manners. She often voiced that her son could have chosen far worse in a friend. What she didn't know was that we'd well passed friends by now. At least, if the tongue fucking and groping was anything to go by.
"Will you be home for dinner?"
"I don't know." I made my way over to her, kissing her cheek, making her giggle. That was such a weird fucking sound to hear coming out of your mother, that's for sure. "Save me some."
"Of course, sweetie. Say hello to Jasper for me."
"Will do!" I called back as I closed the door.
The drive to Jasper's only took five minutes and I texted him on the way over to let him know I was coming. As usual he was cool with me turning up out of the blue. I'd done it so many times before it was routine.
He grinned as he opened the door and let me in. "Anyone else home?" I asked and he shook his head, clearly wondering what was going on. He stumbled slightly, surprised when I crashed my lips to his forcefully. We stood there in his foyer for a few minutes, lips connected, tongues fighting for supremacy before we had to pull away for air.
I rested my forehead on his as we stood there panting softly. "Wow, where did that come from?"
"I just missed you." I whispered and he smiled, giving me another soft kiss.
"Come on." He took hold of my hand and led me upstairs. We both flopped down on his bed, side by side. "Now," he rolled over and ran his fingers up and down my arm gently. It was such a tender move, one filled with a love and longing I didn't think possible outside of fairy tales. "What's got you upset?"
I let out a breath, wondering how to start. "What are we, Jazz?" I asked and he cocked his head to the side, clearly confused. "I mean, this," I gestured between the two of us. "What it this?"
"I don't know." He replied, his hand laying flat on my arm. "But whatever it is, I like it."
"So what?" I was still confused. "Are we like, boyfriends or something?"
"If that's alright with you." He climbed up, hovering over me slightly.
"It is." I whispered honestly.
"Then that's what we are." He grinned and I shook my head. "What?"
"You have to ask me first." I smirked and he laughed, shaking his head.
"Alright," He lifted his leg over so that he was straddling, yet not actually touching me at any point, his lips only a fraction of an inch away from mine. "Edward Cullen, will you be my boyfriend?"
"Yeah," I nodded, closing the distance between us. He pushed me down into the mattress and I groan in response. I feel him smirk against my lips before he pushes his tongue into my mouth. Cocky fucker.
There wasn't anything rushed about our make-out session but the slow, languid kisses were enough to make me yearn for more. Which wasn't a good thing when my phone started vibrating in my front jeans pocket.
"Oh," I closed my eyes at the sensation. Jasper looked down at me, confused. "My phone." He laughed gently, moving so I could pull it out of my pocket. He raised his eyebrows at my evident hard on and I stuck my tongue out at him. I looked at the caller ID seeing that it was my mom. She had the worst timing sometimes. "Hey, Mom."
Jasper grinned at me wickedly and I had no idea what was going through his head. Kind of scary.
"Hey, honey. I was just wondering, I know the Hales are out of town until Tuesday, so why don't you ask Jasper if he wants to join us for dinner?" The way she said it made me believe it was something she'd been planning all day. Wouldn't surprise me.
I looked down at Jasper who had slid down the bed and was now kneeling in front of me. What the fuck was he doing? "Jazz?" He looked up at me, smirking before running his fingers over my straining dick just enough to provide some friction. I closed my eyes, biting my lip at the feeling. My eyes flew open as he popped the button on my jeans. His smirk grew as he pulled my zipper down and tugged on my jeans, pulling them down. I shook my head, indicating the phone. He just winked at me! Fucker!
"Edward, dear, have you asked him?" I was pulled away from Jasper in between my legs by my mother's voice.
"Gimme a sec and I'll ask him, mom." I looked down at Jasper who had managed to, somehow, successfully manoeuvre my jeans down without any help from me. "Jasper, my mother wants to know if you want to have dinner at our house."
"I've got something to snack on right here." He smirked, pulling my dick free of its confines before running his nose up and down my shaft. Holy fuck! Was he about to do what I think he was? And while I was on the phone to my mother of all people. "But yes, I will join you for dinner."
I didn't have time to relay the information to my mom before I felt Jasper's mouth envelop my length. I gasped, my head pressing into the mattress at the feeling. I tried not to moan as he slowly moved back up, his tongue swirling around the head before moving back down my shaft.
"Well, Edward." Shit, my mom!
"Yeah, he'll come." Bad choice of words, Cullen. Bad choice. Apparently, Jasper caught the accidental innuendo in my words because he chuckled lightly, sending all sorts of heavenly vibrations down my cock.
"Alright, then. Dinner's at seven." She paused for a moment, clearly wondering something. "Are you alright, Edward. You sound a little out of breath."
"I'm fine, Mom." I tried to sound as normal as possible, which was extremely hard considering my boyfriend – was it girly of me to want to squee thinking that? It really fucking was, wasn't it? – had his lips wrapped around my fucking cock at the moment. "We'll see you at seven." She said goodbye and I hung up, dropping the phone next to me. "Holy fuck, Jasper!"
He moved my boxers down a little further so they met my jeans at about half way down my thighs, tugging on my balls gently as my back arched and a moan that rivalled that of a porn star made its way from my throat. He hummed around me again and slid my dick even further into his mouth. Holy fuck, he was deep-throating me. Jesus fuck, I'd heard it felt good but never even imagined what it would actually feel like.
His hand disappeared and I think I might have whimpered because the edge was right fucking there. I felt his hand moving and jumped a little when he squeezed my ass. He hollowed out his cheeks as he pulled himself up, so I didn't have long to dwell on the ass cheek squeeze thing.
I was so close and I think he knew that but instead of speeding up his movements, he slowed right the fuck down, taking me right into his throat and humming. My hands were fisting in his sheets in an effort not to grab onto his head and move him with the force I wanted to. The fact that one of his arms was across my hips, holding them in place already made moving practically impossible because I tell you, Jasper may not look it, but he's one strong fucker.
My eyes flew open and I tensed a little, feeling one of his fingers running up and down the bottom of my ass crack. What the hell was he thinking of doing? Before I could say anything, I felt two of his fingers move the flesh apart and another gently sweep across my entrance as he hummed around my dick again.
"Oh holy fuck!" My head slammed back into the mattress again as his finger started to tease my entrance. He had me at his complete mercy as he played my body like a well-tuned instrument. Right when I needed the release I felt the tip of his finger press into me ever so slightly, causing my back to arch off the bed as I came down his throat. "Jasper, oh fucking hell Jasper!" I couldn't help his name tumbling from my lips as his finger continued to move just inside me and I felt his throat continuously constricting around me as he swallowed everything I gave him.
With one final lick, he sat back, removing his mouth and finger as I lay there, panting, trying to recapture my composure. He crawled over me, the way he had been before and smirked down at me.
"You like?" I nodded dumbly, not able to form any words. I shook my head, trying to clear it and he laughed. "I'm sorry about the . . ."
"About the what?" I asked, confused. What the hell was there to apologise about that? That was the best blow job I've ever had.
"The finger." He blushed a little, looking away from me. "I know it wasn't what you were expecting but . . ."
"Hey," I made him look at me and I could see his deep blue eyes were filled with worry. "You're right. It wasn't something I was expecting . . ." he looked slightly upset at my words. "And it may have freaked me out a little when I realised what you were doing but Jesus fuck, I am not going to stop you if you want to do that again."
"Wh- Really?" He looked doubtful but I just grinned at him. He seemed to take the expression as a testament to what I was saying because he crashed his lips to mine. I could still taste myself on him and somehow, that was a turn on. Is that slightly fucked of me?
I rolled the two of us over, pressing him into the mattress as I tucked my junk back into my underwear and jeans, pulling them up. I slid my way down his body and he raised himself up on his elbows, watching me as I undid his jeans.
"Just because I did, you don't have to." He reasoned and I looked up at him, pulling his zipper down.
"I know." I said, honestly, knowing that Jasper wouldn't rush me. He wouldn't force me to do something he knew I wasn't ready for. "But I want to at least try."
"Oh jeez," he whispered as he lifted his lips, allowing me to pull his jeans and boxers down. I knew from our various groping sessions that he was hung but seeing it right in front of me was another thing entirely. He was fucking huge.
"You'll have to tell me what you like." I said softly, uncertain about what I was doing. I mean, I'd never touched another man's dick before let alone put one in my mouth. He nodded, his mouth falling open as I ran my tongue up the thick vein running up his shaft. He didn't take his eyes off me as I wrapped my lips around the head, running my tongue along the slit before taking more of him into my mouth.
"Better than the fantasy." He muttered and I raised an eyebrow at him. "You have no idea how many times I've jacked off to this very image in the shower." He really got himself off to fantasies of me giving him a blow job. I increased the suction ever so slightly as I pulled up and his head fell back, a loud moan escaping his lips. "You sure you've never done this before?" He laughed, looking back up at me and I scowled at him. Well, as much as I could with his dick in my mouth.
He lay back on the bed, his hands running through my hair gently before I ran my tongue across the slit again and his fingers clenched in my hair. His hips started to move slightly and I reached up, holding him still and I could swear that he whimpered. "Do that again, Eddie." His voice was strained and I could feel his thighs tensing either side of me. He was close. Not one hundred per cent sure of what I was doing, I moved one of my hands from his hips and trailed it down the inside of his thigh, gently cupping his balls. I was rewarded with a steady string of 'oh, yes', 'fuck, yes' and 'don't stop' so I guess he liked that. I rolled his balls between my fingers, gently tugging on them as I hollowed out my cheeks and I felt him release into my mouth.
I tried to swallow as quickly as I could but swallowing jizz which a dick in your mouth is not the easiest thing in the world to do.
I released him from my mouth and immediately, he sat up and pulled me to him, crashing my lips into his. "You know, for someone with so little experience when it comes to this stuff, you're fucking incredible." I couldn't help but blush at his statement and he laughed. "Okay, you've just had my dick in your mouth and now you're embarrassed?"
"Shut up." I mumbled, making him laugh even more. I looked at the clock, seeing it was quarter to seven and realised we had to go. "Come on," he noticed the time as well, tucked himself back in and stood up. "Bring your school bag as well."
"Why?" He looked confused and I smirked at him.
"Because it's an excuse to get you alone." I winked at him, exiting his bedroom, leaving him standing there watching as I walked down the stairs.
It was strange as I drove the two of us to my house. It was as though something monumental had changed this afternoon in the mutual fellatio session. It was as though, rather than just being together through kisses and idle touches there was something more than bound us together.
"You okay?" He asked, clearly sensing that there was something on my mind.
"Yeah." I nodded, giving him a smile. "Just thinking."
He reached over the console and linked his fingers with mine, giving them a gentle squeeze. "You know, I think, oral sex is more intimate and trusting than actual sex." He said simply and I raised an eyebrow, not taking my eyes off the road.
"Really?" I could see him nodding out of the corner of my eye. "How'd you figure?"
"Because to put that level of trust in someone . . . I mean, yeah, sex is the biggie and you know 'home plate' or whatever but, in the end, you're still face to face or whatever." I smirked at his analogy and I sensed his scowl. "But when it comes to oral, I don't know, having someone's face, mouth on you like that. I think it takes a lot more bravery than actual sex does. It takes a lot more trust, that's for sure. I mean, nothing down there's gonna bite you if you do something wrong, is it?"
"You've never seen the movie Teeth, then have you?" I laughed and he shook his head. "I wouldn't watch it. It's the kind of movie that makes your dick want to jump up inside your body and never come out again."
"That bad?" He asked, cringing and I nodded. "You seen the Human Centipede?" He asked, laughing at my expression of disgust.
"No, man. I saw the trailer for it and nearly bolted then." I shivered at the memory of seeing that trailer. It was just a sick concept to even consider watching.
We climbed out of my car and walked up to the house where my mom was grinning at the two of us. Jasper greeted her with the usual charm he showed around my mom, his southern drawl more apparent when he spoke to her. She lapped it up, loving every second of it. Alice appeared at the bottom of the stairs, freezing as she saw Jasper talking to mom before she glared at me and squeaked, running back up the stairs and into her bedroom. I shook my head, knowing I would never understand my little sister.
"You wanna put your bag in my room?" I asked him and he nodded, giving me a wink as he passed me. He knew exactly where my room was and had no problems putting his things up there. Hell, I didn't have any secrets from him, that's for sure. Well, not anymore.
"How come Jasper has his school bag with him?" Mom asked, curious as she watched him walk out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I just hoped he didn't come into contact with Alice on his travels.
"We were gonna do some homework after dinner." She nodded, smiling with approval as she turned back to the food. "Want me to get Emmett and Rose?"
"If you're brave enough." She laughed. While she wasn't condoning it, she knew that Emmett and Rose had a very . . . physical relationship and they weren't shy about it. Honestly, most nights the living room became the setting for more PDA than anyone should see in their life.
I laughed at her dramatic shiver before making my way up the stairs and banging on Emmett's door shouting that dinner was ready and then doing the same to Alice's. She opened the door, glaring at me.
"You couldn't have told me he was coming over?" She snapped, standing there with her hands on her hips, looking at me as though I had done her the world of harm.
"Um, I shouldn't have to. He's my friend, Alice." Or rather my boyfriend. I mentally tacked on the end as she stood there, glaring at me. She huffed before slamming the door and I rolled my eyes before making my way upstairs to the third floor where my bedroom was located. "Hey," I grinned at Jasper as he sat on my bed as though it was his own.
"Hey, yourself." He smirked back, beckoning me towards him with a finger. He grabbed my t-shirt, pulling me down to meet his lips as he groaned.
"We can't." I whispered and he sighed. "Dinner." I gave him one more peck before moving off him and walking towards the door.
"You know, you have a fantastic ass." He said softly, coming up behind me, making me jump as he smacked my ass. I felt his breath on my ear as he leaned in. "I can't wait to get in there." He whispered, giving my ass another squeeze before making his way downstairs, leaving me standing there dumbstruck. He stopped halfway down before turning back to look at me. "Coming?" He asked, smirking at me.
"Almost." I shook my head and followed him downstairs.
Dinner that night was . . . awkward. Alice had changed into a pair of jeans that seemed entirely too tight and a bright pink top that fell off one of her shoulders. I assumed it was supposed to be like that, considering Alice would never wear anything unless she deemed it worthy of gracing her wardrobe.
Jasper, Emmett, Rose and I exchanged a look that said 'what the fuck is she doing?' Mom on the other hand, was completely oblivious to the unresolved issue of Alice's crush on my boyfriend. I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face at the thought of Jasper being my boyfriend.
"What's got you in such a good mood?" Mom asked and I started slightly, realising I was being addressed.
"Nothing." I shrugged, making it seem as though I was extremely interested in my dinner. "Just had a good day, that's all."
I caught Jasper's eye and the small smirk he had on his face and I knew he knew exactly what I was talking about. I saw Emmett glancing at the both of us for a moment before he shook his head. I wasn't sure what was going through his mind but he couldn't have been that far off.
"Did Edward tell you about the party Emmett and Rose are having for graduation, Jasper?" Alice asked, twirling her fork around her plate and looking at him suggestively. I rolled my eyes at her behaviour and I could see Emmett trying to supress a snicker. Rose elbowed him in the ribs causing him to cough violently which made me laugh.
"No, he didn't." He raised an eyebrow at me and I shrugged. He clearly knew I was preoccupied at his house, considering he was the one sucking me off when I was on the phone to goddamn mother. And no, I'm not letting that one go.
"It slipped my mind." I mumbled and I could feel her glare.
"For two weeks?" She practically spat and I glared back at her.
"It has nothing to do with you, Alice." I snapped and she looked shocked at my tone. If she was going to be a bitch to me then I could be an asshole right back.
"Now, you two." My mom looked between the two of us, concern on her features. "Not at the table."
I let out a breath, returning to my dinner. I looked at Jasper as I felt a hand on my knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze. I gave him a small smile and he removed his hand. It was times like this where I wish I had the guts to tell my family the truth. But for some reason, I was too afraid.
"Are you two going to do homework?" My mom asked as Rose and Emmett cleared the table. I did it last time so it was his turn and Rose just like to be near him.
"Yeah, mom." I nodded as Emmett appeared behind her, wiggling his eyebrows. I glared at him before turning my attention back to my mother who was regarding me with a strange look. "We'll be down in a little while."
"Alright." She nodded, running her hand down my arm before walking into the living room.
I glared at Emmett, who just smirked suggestively at me before wiggling his eyebrows and glancing upstairs before I mouthed that I was going to kill him and went upstairs.
"Hey," Jasper grinned at me as I walked into the room and closed the door. "What took you so long?"
"My mom." I sighed, sitting down next to him. That didn't last long as he pushed me back onto the bed, straddling me. "The door." I whispered and he disappeared and I heard the door click. I laughed as he jumped back onto the bed, making me bounce a little before he attacked my lips with his own.
I felt like such a cliché teenager in that moment, making out with my boyfriend while my mother, brother, sister and brother's girlfriend were downstairs. It made the whole thing seem forbidden in some way. As the minutes went on our kisses grew more heated and I felt Jasper's hand travelling down my stomach towards my straining cock.
"Jasper," I panted, breaking away from his lips. That didn't stop him as he moved down my throat, sucking on my Adam's apple gently, his hand rubbing against me, causing the most delicious friction. "We can't. My mom's downstairs."
"Homework, huh?" We both turned to the door to see my mom standing there with a slightly shocked yet amused look on her face. "Let me guess? Biology?" Was she really standing there making jokes or was this a really really bad nightmare? "Downstairs. Both of you. Two minutes."
Fuck.
We were in trouble.
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