Ch4

A/N: All credit to the Roseanne show for the line about etiquette for setting the table. It was too good not to borrow.

I was interested to hear that a lot of you liked the addition of some plot to this kinkfest, so i will extend on it - a little.

Thanks, as always, to my pre-reader prassacut and my beta mrs. aggett. Both are nominated in several categories for the twislash festival (voting ends August 3)
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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but i do own an Edward Cullen belly button ring and a tin of twilight band-aids.

Waking up with Jay in my arms that first morning was surreal. I was still processing the events that led up to this moment. I couldn't help but gaze at him sleeping, noting the similarities and the small differences that had changed his face in the years we had been apart. His dyed black curls framed his pale face, giving him a grungy, goth look that made my morning wood twitch. My eyes roamed what I could see of his body, his muscular arms so different from the lanky boy I used to know but still so...him.

I wondered again how much we had both changed. Would we be too different to continue where we left off? Would we still share the same passion for each other? If last night was any indication, the answer was surely yes to that one.

Jay stirred in my arms, a grin on his face even as he slept. My fingers traced his biceps, feeling the smooth planes of his muscles, relishing him just being here, naked in my bed. Eventually, I realised Jay's eyes were open and he was gazing up at me. Awe, surprise, amazement, elation, and finally lust. I saw it all in his wide dimpled smile.

"Mornin'," he smiled at me with a slight Texan twang in his voice. Mmm…sexy!

"Sleep well?" I grinned back at him.

He nodded as his morning wood bucked into my hip and he raised his lips to mine in an opened mouth kiss.

"Best sleep ever," he mumbled into my mouth with a grin.

We kissed for what seemed like hours. I didn't want to stop. Kissing, touching, talking, laughing... everything. It almost felt that if I left his side to go pee, which I badly needed to do, he would disappear. I didn't trust that this was real still.

"Eds," Jazz whispered into my neck, which he had just attacked and I'm pretty sure left a hickey behind as evidence, "I have to go pee."

I laughed and untangled my legs from his, rising off the bed. I held out my hand for his, and we walked naked to the bathroom together. Jay lifted the toilet seat and we both peed into the bowl, which was no mean feat as we were both sporting semis, and just glancing as his fat cock was definitely not helping matters.

I bit my lip as I contemplated the best way to ask Jay for what I wanted. In the end, I just slid open the bottom drawer of the cabinet and took out one of my spare enema kits. They were relatively easy to pilfer from work, being a doctor. I was well aware of the importance of hygiene, and, not to get all clinical on him, but If we were going to fuck, and we so were, I'd prefer us to do it safely. Besides, it would make it more pleasant for both of us.

"Me first?" Jay asked, looking at the tool in my hands and nodding his agreement.

"I'll go put the coffee on, so you can take your time," I smiled, relieved.

Once the coffee was made, I knocked at the bathroom door.

"Just finishing up," he told me and not a minute later, he opened the door.

I took the large bowl from the sink cabinet and filled it with warm soapy water, kissing Jay while waiting for it to fill. I squeezed the pear shaped bulb, filling it with the warm liquid before handing it to him. Jay took it from me with another kiss and sat on the toilet. I watched as he lowered the tool, inserting it and squeezing the bulb to release the warm water, cleansing his colon of the residue waste. His eyes were closed in pleasure as handed the bulb to me. I refilled it and inserted it for him, squeezing gently as he kissed me, knowing we were going to bring each other so much pleasure when this was done. Once he was clean, he flushed the toilet as I prepared some fresh water and my usual bulb for myself.

I sat on the toilet and Jasper pushed the bulb gently inside me, and squeezed. I felt the warm water enter me, enjoying the feeling of being so full and clenching to keep it from trickling out, as Jazz kissed me. Our kiss was deep and we were both panting when the water finally left me and Jasper finally stood to refill the bulb. Once I was clean, I washed the bowl and the douche bulb, leaving them on a towel by the sink to air dry.

"Another coffee?" I enquired once we were done.

"You read my mind," Jay sighed, leaning in for another kiss.

"Get back into bed and I'll bring it in," I said, slapping him on the bum, a big grin on my face.

I filled the bottom half with water, added the coffee grinds to the insert and twisted it firmly, placing the percolator on the stove. Yeah, I was old fashioned and I still preferred my old stainless steel one to the new automatic types they sold, even though I'd singed the handle on mine so it was a little melted looking. I took out two mugs and lined them up on the bench. The sight of those mugs gave me daydreams of lazy weekends, sleeping in and fucking, and...

Shit, I was getting ahead of myself. What if Jazz didn't want ... I had to stop this train of thought. I didn't want to get hurt. I knew exactly what I wanted, and if he didn't feel the same way, I didn't know how I would cope. He had told me he did, and part of me wanted to believe, but I had spent so many years believing that Jay didn't want me anymore that the part of me that hadn't received his letters was still ruling my head. I still wondered If Jasper had really sent letters to me this whole time. I knew we would have to discuss it again, and soon. I told myself I'd just have to enjoy every moment we had together and see how the future panned out.

So it was with a maudlin feeling that I carefully brought the coffees in and set them on the bedside table.

"Eds?" Jay was looking up at me quizzically.

I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging at the ends in my usual habit. I tried to smile at Jay, but knew it didn't reach the corners of my mouth. Climbing into bed, I snuggled into his side under the covers.

"I love you, Jay." It was all I could think of to say. And I meant it from the bottom of my heart. I knew that if he let me, I would show him every day of our lives.

His hand snaked around my back and his lips met mine as he pulled me to him.

"I love you too, Eds. Always have and always will."

I pulled him on top of me, needing to feel his weight on me, his body encompassing mine. Silently we kissed, our hands caressing, our cocks grinding into each other. I swear this man could milk me dry. And I was up for trying. Why yes,... I do believe I was...

"Jay, drink your coffee. I believe your going to need it." I smirked.

Jazz gulped and was off in me in a flash, reaching for his hot coffee.

"Careful now, we can't have you burning your mouth," I warned. "I'll be needing it on my cock as soon as your done."

We drank our coffee as fast as we dared, giving each other loaded looks over the rims of our mugs.

Finally Jay took my empty cup from me and placed them both on his bedside table. He learned in for a coffee flavored kiss, and, rolling on top of me, we bucked into each other. Jazz sat up and took both our cocks in his hand, stroking us up and down. It felt pretty fucking amazing to be mashed so tightly with his. I loved it when Jay took control. Usually I was the dominant one, the one to call the shots. At work, I had to be the one in charge, given my position there. If I picked up at a club, I was the one in control. Back in high school, we had shared the role, and both were something we enjoyed when the mood struck.

Jay reached over me for the lube, taking my dick into his left hand and barely losing pace. Once he had some some on his fingers, he slid lower to take me in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and twisting his head around me. His left hand tugged on my balls while his right began to tease my hole. Gently he pushed a finger in, twisting it around and brushing my prostate with the pad of his finger while his other hand stroked the smooth skin behind my balls. He worked in another finger, scissoring them inside me then curling them around to focus on my prostate again. He slowly took my hard cock into his mouth, sending me into sensory overload. Rather than me milking his cock, Jazz had turned the tables and was milking me instead.

My whole body tensed as I came hard, shooting my load down the back of his throat and he swallowed everything I gave him. Prostate massages were always guaranteed to give me one hell of an orgasm and boy had he done his job well! My orgasm went on and on. Jasper sat up with a satisfied grin once my cock began deflating. Oh, I was going to have to up the ante now!

"On your back with your arms on the headboard," I ordered once I had recovered enough.

Jazz complied and I rose off the bed, giving him by best 'don't move' glare. I left the room and went to the kitchen, opening the bottom drawer. Duct tape, pegs, and I knew exactly which toys I wanted to use for this.

I returned to find Jasper in the same position. Damn, It would have been fun to have had to punish him. I leaned over him on the bed, kissing him gently in contrast to what I had planned. Reaching for his hands, I took one and wrapped his wrist with some old sheeting before staring on the other. I did own handcuffs, but that was not what I felt like using. Improvising was a specialty of mine. Once his wrists were somewhat padded, I circled them together with the grey duct tape, making sure I didn't cut off his circulation. I attached his wrists to the bed head and moved on to his ankles, repeating the process.

"Are you ok?" I asked Jasper, checking I wasn't going too far with this.

"Fuck yeah, " he whispered.

I gently raised his legs, spreading them wide, and began to tape each leg to the headboard. I placed a firm pillow under Jay's raised hips and sat back admiring the view. Stroking down his opened legs and grabbing a handful of his arse, I slowly slid my fingers along his perineum. I aimed to tease.

I sat back admiring the view, teasing him, stroking his perineum but not touching his balls or his waiting hole, which clenched every time I neared it. As I teased him, I took the carefully whittled piece of raw ginger and circled his hole with it once, twice, three times, before gently inserting the tip. This was something I had played around with and I knew the sensations could be intense but I was ready if it got too much for him. Softly I blew on the little nub, knowing it wouldn't take long for the tingling to begin.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before Jasper gasped and started wriggling. I had him restrained firmly, so he couldn't really do much.

"Oh my god," he muttered.

"Feel nice?" I asked.

"What... what is it?" he asked me.

"It's ginger. Ever heard of figging?"

"Yeah, but I've never tried it."

"Do you like it? If it gets too much, I can take it out."

"No, don't take it out yet," he begged me. "Fuck, I need you to touch me though." He moaned needily.

For an answer, I held up the clothes pegs I had brought with me, intending to try them on his balls and nipples, but he shook his head no.

"I don't think I could take it now, Eds," he told me. "Sorry."

"Don't ever be sorry for something you don't want to try," I told him with an angry edge to my voice. Didn't he know I only wanted to give him pleasure? There was no way I would force him to do anything he wasn't comfortable with.

"I know," he whispered.

"Okay, let me take it out and wash my hands; ginger doesn't feel so good on your cock." I warned him with a grin. I knew from past experience not to get the ginger anywhere near the head of my dick. That shit stung.

I removed the piece of ginger and took the long ice cube from the dish. The ice cube tray I had in my freezer made long, thin pieces of ice, suitable for placing in drink bottles, but I liked to use it elsewhere too.

Looking at him contorted beneath me, so willingly submissive and trusting of me trying something new, gave me a feeling of satisfaction. I knew that as much as I liked it, he was enjoying it too.

I teased Jasper's puckered hole with the ice, making him struggle futilely to get away.

"Shh," I stilled him and slowly inserted it a little over halfway, making him gasp.

"I'll be right back," I promised, heading to the bathroom to wash my hands thoroughly.

Returning quickly, I took his hard cock in my hand, giving it a firm downwards stroke as I licked around his bulbous head. I paid particular attention to the sensitive underside, noting his hiss of pleasure. The ice was melting, trickling from his ass onto the sheets, when I gently pushed it in further. It didn't matter. What's another wet spot when we would only change the sheets anyway?

"Its so cold!" he told me, squirming, "I like it."

I smiled at him before taking his cock all the way deep into my throat and swallowing around him, making him buck and moan. I knew he was close and as I pulled off him I hollowed my cheeks, twisting my lips around his almost purple head. I plunged back down, taking him deep once again as I felt him pulse and I swallowed his load.

Once he had stilled, I sat up and kissed him, sharing his taste with him. My cock was begging for attention again as I began stroking myself and put on the condom. I raised his legs around my waist and entered him smoothly, taking my time to pause and feel him so cold and tight around me. When I finally began to thrust into him, I took him hard, my balls slapping against him with each deep stroke. He moaned and tensed as a dry orgasm rippled through him, nothing left for him to give me but foam.

My rhythm faltered as my balls drew up and the telltale throb of my impending orgasm approached. I looked down at my cock as it plunged over and over into Jasper's willing ass until I couldn't take it anymore and I came hard. My knees threatened to buckle as I held still and I grabbed onto the headboard for support.

Regretfully, I reached for the scissors and cut his legs free of the binds. Jasper assured me his hands were fine where they were, but I just smirked and cut him free, massaging his limbs. I knew he enjoyed being restrained. Jasper pulled me to him and I lay there, panting into his neck.

"That was a fucking marathon!" Jay exclaimed, stroking my back. .

"A fucking marathon or a fucking marathon?" I joked into the pillows.

"Same deal," he grinned.

We lay in bed most of the day, talking, laughing, and fucking again. Morning stretched into afternoon and Jasper had just swallowed my load again when the phone rang. I was surprised to hear Emmett's voice booming down the line.

"Eddie, watchya up to, man?

"Not much, " I answered, grinning at Jay and glancing down at my spent cock. "Just got a visitor. Remember Jay?"

'Jay? As is Jasper Whitlock Jay?" Em asked.

"One and the same," I told him.

"Well fuck man, I haven't seen him in years! I was going to ask if you wanted to come out for a beer? Bring him along."

"Hang on," I told Emm and covered the phone. Jay agreed readily; he and Emmett had always got along. We used to hang out often before Jay left for Texas.

"Em, you still there?" I checked.

"Yeah, so are you coming?" he asked.

"Sure, give us an hour. Should we pick you up?" Emmett's jeep was in for repairs. Seems he wore out the suspension. Again.

"Yeah, that would be great," he confirmed.

I hung up the phone and Jay grinned at me.

"Lets go shower and get ready." I slapped him on the bum.

"Oh, you're so gonna pay for that," Jay grinned as he jumped up.

We raced into the bathroom like teenagers again, shoving each other in a bid to make it through the door first. Fuck, I had missed this. Just being able to joke around and play.

We kept our hands mainly to ourselves, although I couldn't stop thinking about the suction handles I had, stowed in the bathroom cabinet. I figured I could bring them out when we had more time to play. We were showered, dressed, and ready to leave quickly so we managed to arrive at Emmett's pretty much on time.

"Just be careful not to touch the walls," I warned Jay as I knocked on Emmett's door. He gave me a confused look.

I felt I owed it to explain to him that our old friend Emmett had a thing for girly magazines and wanking. The front room was filled with evidence of his man-mache'. Magazines, well bits of them, were practically man-glued to the floor and even the walls. It didn't smell like sex at Emmett's house, it smelled like wank. Emmett was a depraved man, and he didn't seem at all embarrassed by it, claiming it was a natural reaction to seeing hot chick's bazonkas. I had learnt a long time ago that bazonkas were EmSpeak for breasts.

A shirtless Emmett opened the door while hopping on one foot, tugging up his fly. He held out a hand to Jay, who eyed it warily.

"Its alright man, I showered. Jeez!" Em said, clapping him on the back. "Jayman, how've you been?"

"Good, but I'm really glad to be back," Jazz answered, smiling at me.

If Emmett noticed the look, he didn't comment.

I avoided showing Jay the front room by suggesting we all go out to The Fork, a local bar that had a great selection of beers on tap. Emmett pulled his grey T-shirt over his head and slipped on his boots before closing his front door and we hopped in my Volvo to drive the few blocks. Of course, Emmett knew I was gay, so he wasn't really shocked when I took Jay's hand in mine over the gear shift.

"You too?" was all he said quirking an eyebrow at Jay. Without going into detail, he told him we had been involved back in high school and that I was his first. Now Emm looked a little shocked, I guess he didn't realize back then. I was glad to know we had been so good at sneaking around.

We found a table outside and ordered our beers. Sitting next to Jay, I couldn't help but keep some part of my body touching his. My hand on his thigh, my foot rubbing his, holding his hand, or tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear. If I wasn't touching Jay, he was touching me. Emmett and Jay made small talk about school and what they had been doing since. It was a really nice afternoon, but by the end, I was dying to get Jay home so we could be alone. Those thoughts were ended when Emmett spoke up.

"Lets get something for dinner. I'm starved!"

"Gotta keep the protein up," Jay quipped.

"Oh, I think I swallowed plenty enough protein this morning," I grinned. "but a man cannot live on cum alone, as much fun as it would be to try."

Surprisingly, Emmett didn't have a come back for us. He simply quirked a eyebrow and changed the subject, telling us he had a hot date this evening and going into great detail. We really didn't want to hear about the lady in question. It always surprised me that, given the state of his house, he had girls hanging off his every word. He claimed it was because of his good looks and charm. I had to admit he was good looking, tall and slim with a built body and a cute smile, but sadly I knew Emmett was as straight as they come.

We decided to head back to my place anyway, for an early dinner, and started cooking a pasta. Emmett could eat two dinners any night of the week and he told us it would help him not look like a pig for his date if he had a snack first. When it was almost ready to serve, Jay took some large bowls from the cupboard I gestured at, and Emmett slid open the cutlery drawer.

"I know the etiquette, it's knives and forks on the left and vibrators on the right, yeah?" he quipped.

Vibrators. Now he was talking! My mind conjured up all sorts of plans for the rest of the evening, and none of them included eating dinner with Emmett. Still, I knew we would need to keep our energy up, so dinner was probably a good idea.

The pasta really was delicious, although the sight of Jasper sucking it from his fork with exaggerated movements made me have to keep adjusting myself. Jasper knew what he was doing to me, the tease, and I vowed he would pay.

Emmett invited us to the party he was having next Friday night, promising it would be a big one, and we accepted happily. It would be good for Jasper to catch up with our old friends.

We finished our beers and cleaned up, chatting about people we used to know. Having Jasper here already seemed so comfortable and normal. Just doing the day to day things that people do, like cooking or washing dishes, was so much more fun.

"Maybe I'll go downstairs and get Alice and a few things," Jay said as we finished our third beers.

"Who's Alice?" I asked. Truthfully, I was a little worried.

"Alice. My Epiphone," he looked at us like we should know what he meant. "My guitar, guys," he rolled his eyes. "BB King has Lucille, I have Alice," he shrugged.

Jay had been an amazing guitarist. I remembered how much he had liked playing old blues songs and how he raved about Mississippi John Hurt and Robert Johnson. When we were back at high school, he could play almost any request. I bet six years had only improved his skills and I was dying to hear him play for me now.

"I'd love to stay and listen but maybe next time dudes," Emmett told us, slapping a hand on both our backs. "I've got a hot date to get ready for, remember?"

We said our goodbyes and Jasper walked Emmett out. I was beginning to get a little worried by the time he returned. He knocked on my door about half an hour later and I greeted him much as I had the day before, minus the tears. Had it only been a day?

When we finally broke apart, Jasper bent down, picked his backpack off the ground, and stood his guitar against the wall. I could see how much he cared for it by the concerned way he picked it up, as if he might have damaged it in the hard black case during the one foot drop to the floor.

He took it out of it's cover reverently, sat on the couch, and began to play. I recognised the first song he played, a Mississippi John hurt song he used to sing to me, about mermaids flirting or something, but the second song was new to me. When he started singing, I was blown away by the strength of his voice and the melodic picking of the guitar strings.

"That was amazing," I told him in awe when he finished the song.

"I've picked up a few new tricks," he shrugged.

"You can be my housewife, Jay! And, I'd love to hear you play some more," I told him honestly, kissing him over his guitar.

"I hope you don't mind that I brought a few things over," he changed the subject, put down the guitar, and pointed to his bag.

"Of course," I told him, wondering why he had bothered to ask. "Let's make some space for your stuff in my room."

"What about in your toy drawer?" he asked me, smirking, as we walked down the hall. "Although, I might need a drawer of my own." He lifted the bag to his shoulder.

Now that sounded interesting...

I pulled out some clothes from one of my drawers and crammed them in with the rest before turning to look at him. Jasper had emptied the contents of his bag on the bed. A pair of underwear, a t-shirt, a pair of sleep pants, and a pile of sex toys. I could make out several plugs and a dildo, but what made my dick twitch was the spreader bar.

I really wished I didn't have to go to work tomorrow...

XXX

A/N If I didn't explain figging, douching, or you don't know what a spreader bar is - google it. Or ask me in a review, LOL.

I have been wondering how many of you have done a bluetooth scan on your phones, just incase anyone interesting is close by. I'd love to hear of any interesting names you find. True story, I once did a scan and the name 'don't send me shit' came up. I was at the mall at the time so I didn't get to send them anything. Damn shame that!

Please leave me a review and let me know what you think about the story so far.

songs:
Mississippi John Hurt- let the mermaids flirt with me

I wanna be a housewife- Jay Brannon (*sigh* when he smiles I want to be a gay man)
www (dot) youtube (dot) com/watch?v=lNxzFPTA1y4