Boyfriend Swapping – Couples Style

Authors Note: These characters are the property of Stephenie Meyer; I'm only applying the pancake make-up.

Do you like boy-on-boy love? (I do!) If not, or if you are too young to understand the term slash, leave now. Eighteen and over only, please—don't make me ask you twice. Go, now. Staying? You have been warned: slashy lemons ahead.

Music: Scissor Sisters: Fire with Fire

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Chapter 4 And Tomorrow Has Become Today (JPOV)

From Chapter 3:

A few minutes later, Jasper's expression is priceless as he watches me carry the now full container of ice I'd just assembled into the spacious, slightly decadent bathroom.

I stop just inside the door, and reaching back around the door's frame, motion with my hand for him to follow me.

"Get your tight little athletic ass in here, boyfriend," I order, as I hear him scramble to get off the couch. "There's something I want to try."

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"No ice on my dick, or I'm a no show," I fire right back at him, and head over to sit in one of the stuffed chairs.

"I'll be pissed if you make me come find you."

I snicker; Edward's temper is a rare and beautiful thing. He's been mad just once in three years.

"Shaking in fear and trepidation out here, popsicle-dick," I intone. "And I want your word about the ice, or I'm staying put."

"What if I let you use the ice on my dick?" He's whining now.

I thought Edward and I had explored and mostly satisfied our basic fantasies early on, so I cannot even guess what is driving the sex games for him today. Ever since a painful 'massage gone-awry' incident with a handheld drink blender two summers ago, we'd agreed 'comfortable and safe' was usually better than the alternative. I shudder again as I recall some details from the conversation I'd had with the emergency personnel, Edward unable to speak to them without screeching to describe his…situation.

Somehow, he escaped with only a few stitches.

So, how much more trouble than that can my boyfriend get into left alone with an ice bucket? Thinking Edward is probably suitably occupied plotting something devious as he continues to taunt me from the bathroom, I sift through this afternoon's unusual events. From blindfolding me, to engaging in semi-public sex, to booking an expensive hotel, and postponing eating lunch…it was hot at first, but now I'm beyond curious. I briefly contemplate all types of explanations, including an undiagnosed medical condition or the alien abduction thing.

None seem remotely realistic; so there's really only one possibility left.

I flinch, and immediately begin smacking my forehead against the padded arm of the chair, futilely trying to erase the vivid imagery of Edward topping a naked beautiful stranger in our bed some afternoon.

I admit it's an unlikely scenario, but not impossible: after years of living together, monogamy isn't a given with us, not that I am being unfaithful. I simply refuse to ask him for it, thereby avoiding examining my reaction if Edward were to admit he might like to keep his options open.

Irritated with myself for dredging this up again, I still cannot stop myself from ticking-off some fairly gaping holes in our three-year relationship:

No house, and still renting a crappy two-bedroom apartment in a decidedly gay, overtly promiscuous building;

No wet, cold nose in the mornings and runs on the beach in the afternoons; we'd studiously avoided visiting the many pet stores and animal shelters in our area;

No trips back to Texas to meet my family, or former high school friends; and the biggest one,

No exclusive, monogamous commitment…

Not much to indicate we share a future. 'Comfortable and safe' does seem to be the best description.

We'd even attended the Prop 8 judicial ruling's celebrations in Santa Monica last week without once speculating about us.

And I'd been prepared to have that discussion anytime that night, if Edward had been curious. When he'd remained mute on the subject, I resolved to follow his example. The charged words 'husband-domestic partner-wedding-children' had beat like a litany around us all night, but I'd kept silent, waiting for a signal from him that never came. Even when others we saw had used the terms, questioning us, I'd just smiled and moved away.

At 27, I've been out for fifteen years and am still no closer to a long-term commitment with a partner. Too bad Ed didn't know I'd chosen him for that role after our first few weeks together, never intending to look back. I'd been a very naive 24 year-old.

Still, I know there is no pushing my lover when he isn't ready for change. I'm his first boyfriend of any duration beyond a few months. He'd had a couple of bad experiences, sleeping with a date after holding out for a few weeks, only to be dumped immediately after. It was a form of betrayal that was all too typical of a certain type of asshole I'd met over the years, and had carefully avoided. Ed hadn't been as discerning, and had suffered for it.

Consequently, I've been willing to give him lots of space. Perhaps I'll come to regret that decision.

I pause, hearing him shake the ice in the bucket, loudly humming the opening bars of 'Flight of the Valkyries.' I wonder why I am feeling so unsettled. Yeah, Edward is behaving oddly, but so what?

"Ed," I call loudly; he's been occupied with his juvenile plotting for far too long now.

"Coming, dear Jay?" Some teenage-type snickering can be heard before he continues in a falsetto, "You will be soon."

"Twenty years have elapsed since you last used that line, Edward."

"Actually, just last week at work…" He dramatically clears his throat. "My meaning was unmistakable, though, right?"

"A ten-year-old could have followed your logic, sugar puss."

"Jasper…" Edward is growling now, and I briefly debate the pros-and-cons of rushing in and bowling him over. He might be the larger of the two of us, but I'm inspired and unbeatable when it comes to the stealth attack. Jasper-Ninja had been the cartoon-inspired dreams of a solitary nine-year-old boy that I haven't entirely given up on more than fifteen years later.

I slip silently across the room's wood floor, freeze in place, and take a deep breath.

His back is turned as I charge through the door and clamp his arms tightly against his torso. Letting out a whoop of surprise, Edward struggles ineffectually against me, the ice bucket careening off the wall as he tries to escape.

My boy makes a very satisfying thump as I use my feet to effortlessly take him down, pinning his shoulders with my knees.

The ice is now scattered in a wide, uneven arc pattern over the snow white plush rug arranged just so in this over-decorated bathroom. Edward grins up at me, acknowledging his defeat. I grin back as I snuggle down more comfortably against his heaving chest. Closing my eyes and feigning sleepiness, I offhandedly inform him I just might sit on him all afternoon, feels so good!

"Off of me, you fucking oaf. I'm the dom."

"You couldn't even accurately define the term last week, vanilla wafer-boy."

"As your Master, I seriously doubt you are allowed to call me a vanilla wafer."

I lazily open my mouth to educate him yet again about this subject, but stop when I get a sparkly vision of Edward in his street clothes and wing-tips, tricked out with a leather face mask with cutouts and a studded collar. Mouth set in a permanent sneer, he walks the tip of a colorful glass toy up my leg, past my kneecap, over my tendon, and along the inside of my thigh, pressing against that spot...

My eyes snap open as his hands clamp tightly over the tops of my leg muscles, thumbs angled downward to hold me firmly in place.

"Why are your pants still on, slave?"

Rather than explain his latest mistake, I close the gap between us, intending to capture his pursed lips just as I notice his dreamy expression. It wouldn't do to snort while I'm kissing him, so I stop myself and pull back. But I've no doubt he's also imagining himself, top-extraordinaire, looking all hot leather-boy and towering over me in an ill-advised display of sexual dominance. Edward and his clothes fetish.

Never going to happen, dude.

"What's going down, Ed?"

"Huh?"

"Sex with…'ice?' And you actually ask 'huh?' as if that's somehow normal for my boyfriend?" I hear the anxiety begin to seep into my voice. None of that.

Edward squints at me, denial written all over his guilty face.

Fuck! I was dead on—maybe he's already cheating on me?

Still, my rational mind asks 'when would he find the time?' We spend almost all our free time together, minus a rare softball game or two I slip off to enjoy. Ed's almost obsessive about being with me. Even when we are with friends, Ed's by my side, casually touching me, caressing me, holding me close. I've liked his devotion, counted on it, in fact. A lump begins to form in my throat at the thought that I may not be able to enjoy it much longer.

All those thoughts descend on me in a rush; and now Edward is watching me, assessing. Questioning. Analyzing. What he does best, when he's not being moody and unresponsive.

"I wish I could read your mind," he says. I wonder what he thinks I'm hiding.

"Is there anything you'd like to tell me about, Jasper?"

We stare at each other as a distinct hush settles over our suite; I sense we are on the cusp of a cloud of melancholy wiping out our afternoon of fun.

It's time to break up this chickenshit game with the weird overtones. Guess that's my task for this adventure.

So I start. "Should I remove my shirt, boyfriend, or are you going first? I'm on top, you see." I think a moment before adding, "Or, I can swing around, pull down my cords and make you finish what you started out in the parking garage." I quickly twist to my left and snare a handful of the small, square cubes. It's an explicit threat, and Edward recognizes it as such.

In a blur, his hand covers mine and squeezes, compressing my fingers against the ice. I react instinctively, shoving his arm away so I can loosen my grip. And using one of the moves I taught him, he uses my momentum against me, toppling me over to his side and swinging his leg around my hip. I'm laughing now, because of course I recognized his intention, but find pleasure in letting my best pupil enjoy his small victory.

Growling once again, Edward gazes moodily into my face, and then lowers himself for a kiss, firmly molding his chilly lips to mine. Someone's been chewing on the ice, I think, then settle back to enjoy the sensation.

"I've been missing you," he mumbles against my mouth, his hand hooking around the base of my throat, squeezing as his fingers roughly massage the skin there.

"And I'm right here for you." I snake my arm beneath him to massage the bulge in his pants and reassure of him of my desire.

"Are you, Jasper?"

Before I can reply, he lifts off of me and straightens his upper body, yanking his fitted, button-front, tan silk shirt out of his loose trousers and up and over his head. But now the sweet fool is ensnared…

Will he never learn? Edward's ribcage is completely exposed; this is a vulnerability just screaming for some of the tempting ice nearby. I scoop up another handful of cubes, and as he struggles with the sleeves, shoot my hand down his front and beneath his boxer shorts, releasing my glittering, frozen gift as I go. My stiff reward is within my grasp, but I'm chortling too much to truly appreciate its hard nature.

An enraged roar issues from the confines of his shirt; I use the distraction to regain the upper position with Edward. And fall against his chest, nuzzling one nipple before greedily dragging my chin across his well-defined pectoral muscles to attack the other. Back-and-forth I roam, wishing I had two mouths. He's ceased making pleading noises, but is still struggling against my…wait, is he dry-humping me? The sneak.

A few popped buttons later, his rumpled hair finally emerges from the shirt, a choice phrase gracing his smiling, ruby-colored lips, cheeks slightly pink with the exertion. "Fucking boyfriends."

I smirk, the winner yet again. And I'm back on top.

"Now, get off me so I can take off these wet slacks. I was so hard the ice melted right through my boxers. Looks like I had a Ferga-licious type accident."

"Don't expect me to re-sew those buttons for you. Did you?"

"Never crossed my mind; shirt's ruined now."

"It's a good shirt…but toss it. It's no loss to me, Ed."

"If I forcibly remove your pants, Jasper, I promise I'm going to rip the seat out. Again. Or you can take them off. Either way, it's no loss to me," he says, snidely echoing me.

"Damn, you're predictable."

I barely catch the stricken look that flashes across his boyish features, but can't understand his reaction. What did I say to upset him?

He's mine, at least for now. When he's sleeping, I often lie awake, enjoying my insomnia as I watch his nightly dreams wash over his face. And when he talks to me in his sleep, I'm compelled to gently wake him, tongue in his mouth, my hand on his cock, warring emotions of love and regret blurring my vision. He never complains.

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Interlude:

The first night we spent together was an exploration that fell far short of its goal. Well, Edward's goal, anyway.

We didn't fuck; it was too new, too raw.

I'd been nervous as hell before he showed for our coffee date; at twenty minutes past the hour, I was convinced he'd blown me off. What had possessed me to think a doctor would have anything to do with a martial arts instructor? I just wasn't in his league.

As soon as I had resolved to leave, he appeared, and began babbling an apology. I was so relieved to see Edward in person, I really couldn't follow what he was saying.

But I sensed immediately that he was just as uncertain about me. Famously, as we later laughed about, somehow we got on the topic of earthquakes, and then things nearly disintegrated.

Gradually, though, I realized Edward was just a wonk, and woefully unskilled in the art of human interaction. Seeing it firsthand, I began to warm up to him: he became more than just a seriously hot fuck. He was genuine, warm, unintentionally funny, and more than a little endearing.

He was going to make a unique impact on my life.

Even out in public, we couldn't resist each other; our first kiss outside the Café's on the sidewalk was a scorcher. And after he offered to extend our afternoon with a trip to the beach, I hinted I could stay the night at his place.

Forward of me, but again I felt certain that Edward would respond positively to a companion who took the initiative with him.

Okay, I wasn't planning our commitment ceremony just yet, but I knew this doctor dude could be more than a casual blow-job. I never fucked on a first date, ever. But sucking cock was not sex, just a release. His hard-on had felt very substantial wedged against my own. And after that kiss, I was desperate to taste him, to drown my senses in his ridges and hard flat surfaces as he unleashed his passion on me. I simply wanted him…Edward. The man. In my mouth.

"I have very strong wrists, doctor," I murmured suggestively against his ear as the Café patrons cackled and stared at us in envy. "Wouldn't you like a demonstration?" It might be a very long walk to his car, but I had determined to make it as memorable for him as possible.

The nervous physician swallowed hard, then whispered, "I have just the tool you can practice on, Jasper."

Suppressing my chuckle, I followed-up with, "Coordination is everything when training a sensitive muscle. I've learned to keep my mouth shut and breathe through my nose." Pausing, I added, "But you'll have to remove your clothing and lie flat on the examination sheets for me to show you." Pushing it a little, I amended, "On your stomach would be preferable."

Casually brushing his hand over my ass, Edward turned his face into my neck and quickly bit down on the lobe of my ear. "Continue talking," he hissed, confidence regained, "and you'll soon find my hand down your cut-offs, massaging your dick, Jasper. And I don't give a fuck who sees us."

With that, I broke free of his arms, and spying the Volvo he'd earlier mentioned parking at the end of the block, began sprinting toward it.

Stunned, Edward was slower to follow me, but caught up in time to snatch open the passenger door so I could settle in.

Good thing I'd buckled up: Edward drove like one possessed, or with a death wish, considering it was late afternoon traffic on our drive back to his place. We didn't say much, but if actions spoke louder than words, we should have been wearing earplugs to combat the decibels bouncing around the interior of the sedan.

Arriving at his apartment, both of us no longer had any doubts about who was larger, thicker, or a darker shade when aroused. I'd had to practice severe restraint to keep from diving into his kinked curls and getting my first taste of his nectar.

Letting go of each other's meat wasn't easy, but then we all have challenges in life, some worse than others. Zipping up right then might have been one of them.

Injecting a practical note as we bolted up the stairs to his second-floor unit, Ed hurriedly advised me he could lend me some clothes since I wasn't prepared for a stay over.

"Thanks," I mumbled as best I could around his fingers in my mouth.

"Umm, come on inside, Jasper, and I'll give you the cook's tour."

Not certain if we were discussing dinner or what, I eagerly followed him through the door, only to be jammed up against the wall as he kicked the door shut. I let him overwhelm me, understanding this was an indication of Ed's lust, not some bullshit intimidation. Plus, I knew I could take him, his height advantage no match for my superior skills.

"Fuck, what about that tour, Ed? Slow down; I need a beer or a shot," I managed to gasp when he briefly resurfaced for air.

"Sorry, sorry, I've just been thinking about you all week, Jasper, and I'm…too eager, maybe."

His apologetic tone was sincere. "S'okay, Doc. Want you too, you know. I'm just thirsty. Do you have a view of the beach here?" I stood away from the front wall of his place and straightening up, took a look around the apartment.

The furnishings were bachelor sparse. All I could see was a couch covered in a dark material that looked scratchy, some straight-backed chairs, and a large-screen TV. Peering past the small stand-up kitchen, I could make out the corner of a bed with a multi-hued striped spread in the next room.

Recently vacuumed and basic—did Ed live here or just visit? Lots of books were stacked in a corner, but they looked like textbooks, not paperbacks.

"Yeah, I have a balcony with a gas grill. We can have some steaks later…" I cut him off with a choice expletive.

"No red meat."

"Ever?" The confusion was evident on his face.

"I'd make an exception in your case."

And then his mouth covered mine in earnest, and we were back to beating down our boundaries, apartment tour aborted. As my shorts, our tops, and his jeans were hurriedly shed, bunched up, and discarded in a pile in front of the door, I got my first look at his ink, and slowly traced his armband design with my tongue. He was a little ticklish, so I stopped there, commenting, "Nice work, Ed. I can't wait to lick the others, but maybe we should try out your bed.

He didn't even bother to respond; the two divining rods tenting our sticky boxers had given their stamp of approval to the plan, swinging in tandem towards his bedroom. As we shuffled our way across the carpet, clinging to each other making walking difficult, I paused in the arched doorway for a better look. Unexpectedly, Ed bent down and scooped under my legs to tuck me against him. I started to protest, but then felt him push off and propel my body through the air to land with a soft whoosh on his mattress.

He didn't exactly swan-dive to follow me, but only because he lacked a true diving board. There just wasn't sufficient give in his bedroom floor.

"Jasper, this feels so right," he breathed into my hair once he was settled on the bed, unable to ask the question I heard in his voice. Nearly immobilized with desire as his hand slowly pumped me through the opening in my shorts, I could only nod my agreement.

Satisfied, he flipped around to crawl over me on all fours, his gaze locked on my face. I bled my fingers over the scruff covering his jaw, craving that rough texture against me. I was beginning to feel the saliva pool on my tongue, the scent of his body hovering like a testosterone cloud a few inches above me. His neck was so close, no effort was necessary to pull his naked chest against mine.

So much skin touching all at once was daunting. "Now, Ed, now," I moaned, and slid my hands under his waistband and over his indents to knead his dense butt muscles. He thrashed for a moment, overcome by the multiple sensations as my tongue nestled between his teeth and my index fingers slipped into his crack, exploring.

His humming let me know he was enjoying it, but he shoved his tongue against mine after a few minutes, clearly having something of importance to say to me. "I'm a top," he whispered. "Is that a problem for us?"

Since I'd already guessed, I'd had plenty of time to think about my answer before we reached this point.

"Not today, because I don't know you well enough to fuck. Later, we can figure it out."

A groan of disappointment from my companion: "I was hoping…well, let's just see."

Of one mind now, we sighed, and with slower, sinuous, grinding moves, both managed to continue stroking and caressing each other while shrugging out of our remaining clothing. I was ready to feel Edward exactly where I'd wanted; on my lips, sucked inside my wet cheek, my fingers testing his tight carnal entrance and teasing the sensitive tissues before plunging in.

If he didn't want my dick in his ass at first, I'd find other ways to make this work.

I began twisting my hips from side-to-side, silently begging him for more friction as he covered me. And he gave it to me, lightly licking a nipple while avidly tugging at the skin covering my straining erection.

Soon, I was fisting his hair in one hand and wordlessly urging him on.

"Let go of my hair, Jasper, please," he asked, in a voice tight with need.

I complied, smoothing my palm down his neck, skimming the dark crest design, and curving around his shoulder blade until I could thread my fingers through the gold-red brush nesting in the hollow just below. My turn to tug; I was immediately rewarded with grunts of approval.

"More?" he begged in a choked voice.

I was lacking words just then, and instead shifted to show him, slumping down further on the bed as I used my free hand to pull his hips toward me and turn us on our sides, still facing one another.

He understood what I couldn't articulate, and swung his legs around so I could bury my nose in his scent, tenderly drinking in the perfume of his intimate juncture and running the edge of my blunt nails over the tip of his thick, fleshy cock.

Our bodies were ready, and he swallowed against the sensitive head just as I pointed his against my waiting mouth, moistening my lips with the pre-cum staining his sleek surface. The urge to piston my hips against his face was nearly overwhelming, but I held back, concentrating on milking him of each drop, careful to be neither too soft nor too rasping in my attentions.

Edward wasn't as focused; taller than me, he released my dick from his mouth with a barely audible pop, and guiding my upper leg over his shoulder, he was able to position my ass for his scrutiny.

His voice was deep and throaty after he had admired me fully. "You're so beautiful, Jasper. A perfect, pink hole for me." I felt his tongue then as it began an extended, excruciatingly slow wet caress over and down my smooth sac to the base of my balls. He mouthed each one in turn, sucking gently as I moaned my approval. I was squirming, and Edward soothed me, adjusting my legs again so he could fully spread me open. He was stronger than I thought, locking my thighs beneath his triceps, my cock resting against the slick, heated skin of his chest. I began to feel the telltale tremors as he both butterfly kissed my hole and sensuously tasted me, nipping and tonguing all the skin he could reach. Soon, he began pushing the tip of his little finger though the tight ring, searching, and I jerked several times in ecstasy.

More than distracted by the stimulation, I'd been sucking on his glans, thumb and fingers circling and cupping his nuts in my palm when I could remember where I was. I couldn't see them, but by their shape and feel, Edward was very close. I wanted to encourage his gentle forward surges against my mouth, but had to stop him now before he went too far.

I regretfully disengaged, and reminded him, "Edward, not today, babe."

"Fuck, I want you, want to be inside you..." Just as I began to protest, he calmed me with his next words, his fingertips painting heart shapes around my opening. "But not today, lover. We'll wait."

Nimbly rearranging us both, my legs came out from underneath his arms and went back up to rest on his deltoids, his lips surging over my full length. I was too aroused to wait, and he was soon tasting my cum on his tongue as I groaned my release around his erection.

He held back until he had swallowed everything I had, then his hip action increased, fucking my mouth as I'd wanted him to do all along. He came with a final hard push, hitting the back of my throat as I fought not to gag, my arms twisted around his slender, muscled hips, hugging his ass to me.

Edward. In my mouth.

I wanted more.

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Recalling our first time together, I'd like to recapture that breathless exploration and frenzied release. But before I can ask him for some insights into what he expects from me, ice-wise, we both hear a familiar ringtone from the next room where he dropped his phone.

"Better get that, Jasper. I told them to hold my calls unless there was an emergency."

Sighing in resignation, I let him up and he avoids looking at me as he walks to the phone, me following.

Staring at the screen, he shakes his head at me, and answers. "Hey, Mom, you never call me at work. Everything all right?"

It's a small consolation that it's not the Clinic calling; but his eyes cloud over as he listens to his mother. I hear the sound of her voice, but cannot make out what she's saying that is clearly causing him distress.

"There's nothing I can do about it now; Jasper and I are away from home today." He waits, and then interrupts her. "Listen, when he arrives in town this weekend, I'll schedule time to meet with him…." He hesitates, his mother's agitated response louder now.

"No, not an appointment; we'll come by the house on Saturday afternoon when I finish up my shift at the Clinic. I promise." I know Edward so well; he's promising something he doesn't want to do, but he is soothing his mother, putting her first.

"I appreciate you letting me know, Mom. Talk to you later," he finishes up, cutting the conversation short.

Turning to me now, he holds out his arms for my embrace. I comply, tucking my chin under his as I turn my face away from him. I don't want him to think I'm accusing him of anything just yet.

Silence follows, but I don't ask questions; he'll speak when he's decided what he wants us to do.

Shifting his weight, Ed turns me to face the floor-to-ceiling windows that look out over the bird sanctuary. "Looks like another foggy day in L.A. Are you hungry, baby?"

"How much longer do we have this room, Edward? I didn't know you could rent at expensive hotels by the hour," stretching my arms to lock behind his waist and pulling his hips into me.

"All night, and in spite of that conversation with my mother, we will enjoy our stay."

My excitement at the news that we are spending the night is dampened by the hint of a serious problem. I know Edward inherited his nurturing from Elizabeth, who adopts every stray, animal or human, and tries to help them, sometimes with disastrous results. I wait for him to reveal the latest mess she's coerced him into fixing.

"Peter is coming into town this weekend; he just got out of the drug rehab program in San Francisco and doesn't have a place to stay."

I can see what's coming; Peter is Edward's cousin, the adopted son of Elizabeth's sister who died several years ago.

Edward continues, "So I promised to talk with him…well, I promised for the two of us. Sorry, Jasper. We need to help him find a job, if we can."

Before I can protest my lack of qualifications for this assignment, Edward shakes his head and increases the pressure of his embrace against my back.

"There's more, I'm afraid." He peeks around to give me a sheepish look, letting me know in advance that I won't like what's coming. "She thinks we should rent our spare bedroom to him for a few months."

"I don't agree. Plus, I've never met him. Do I have a vote, Edward?"

"Baby, of course. There's no way I'd ever agree to a roommate without your approval." He kisses the top of my head, releasing a low hum against my skull.

Right now, that sound is annoying me, and I motion for him to let me go.

"I meant, I don't want your cousin living with us."

"Then I'll tell my mother it's off the table. No discussion."

I marvel that even without talking to me, Elizabeth has somehow been able to make me feel in the wrong about this subject, courtesy of Edward.

"Lover, I think the only thing I'm capable of deciding right now is that you need a shower. And I want to soap you up and get us off. We can save the ice-capades for later, after dinner. And we are definitely using lube." I give him a significant look; there'll be no relaxing of our usual precautions, much as either of us might wish for it.

"Love you, Jigsaw. Always." And Edward winks at me before folding me back against him for another kiss.

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A/N: Thanks for reading. I've also posted some links to more photos of these boys on my profile if you are interested. And Kira Kiralina made a hot banner for this story that hints of events to come!