Hale No, Hale Yes
Disclaimer: Twilight not mine. This story is. For longer disclaimer, see Chapter One.
AN: My thanks again to: kBlackNightingale, vampireisthenewblack and rhenea5018. You guys are awesome with your pre-reading and beta skills. Huggles to you. Thanks to venis-envy for letting me impromptu WC and running snippets past you. ILYSFM. And once again readers: you blow me away with your reviews. I loved all the reviews that came in. Thank you for letting me know how much you are enjoying this story and that you like this Alice.
Chapter 6
Slouching low in my seat, I observed Edward and Jasper as they argued outside the store. Yes, argued. All manly glaring and bullshit stiffening of the stance and all that. God, I hope they don't see me. All right, I concede - I was hiding from them. Keep in mind the last time I saw Edward, I was either barfing my stomach contents out on his shoes or behaving like a Woodstock groupie talking about love and world peace. And Jasper? Yes, that last conversation was a keeper. So, for now, I'm going to avoid them. Surreptitiously, I peered around my steering wheel and saw Jasper grabbing Edward, yelling something that looked distinctly like 'Hey!' but it was all too apparent that he wasn't having a bar of whatever Jasper wanted to say. Anger seemed to radiate from him as he shook off Jasper's hold. He started to stalk off, but Jasper refused to give up, lunging forward to pull hard on the other man's arm, spinning Edward around. Obviously, they were in disagreement about something - they just stood glaring at one another, their mouths both tight and twisted.
Despite my limited vision from behind the car's console and steering wheel, oh and my fear of them catching sight of me, 'inner me' was chortling with glee and was all 'ooooh, man fight!'. If I hadn't been so petrified of them possibly seeing me, I possibly would have lamented the lack of popcorn as I watched. Oh wait. I stretched to my glove box. Score! I have Milk Duds.
As I ate them slowly, I had to admit Edward and Jasper did make the scenery far more pleasant, adding a little eye candy-pretty to the foreground. Really zhooshed the place up. They looked complementary in a metrosexual kind of way - very Johnny Depp-ish à la Tom Hanson, minus the bad 80s dress. Maybe more Matt LeBlanc-TV101. Hmmm mmmm. Nom nom nom. One dark-haired, one light. Contrasting.
I had to give Edward his dues for being dressed in what was obviously a pair of tailor made slacks and a very expensive shirt - the mother-of-pearl buttons gave it away. And the well-fitting seat of his pants. (Oh, come on, he kept turning his back to me. What else was there to look at?) Nothing worse than a guy with bad taste. Lions, and tigers, and bad taste, oh my! Now, Jasper in his mock turtleneck and indigo jeans, fair screamed of haute couture branding. You can tell; Boss - as in Hugo - jeans fit a guy's ass that much better than any other denim out there. The Queer Eye guys would have been so proud.
There were some very angry gesticulations as the argument got heated, all Bruce Lee in Enter the Dragon, with a lot of face thrusting, belligerent chin jutting and cutting stares. I could only imagine what they were saying to one another since I was too far away to hear them. Fill in these word-bubbles time. Dropping my voice to a low, gravelly tone I ground out, "You wanna piece of me, fool?" (Okay, sure, neither one of them resembled Mr. T. but you have to go with what you know. Yes, I was possibly getting a sugar high.)
I deepened my voice as Edward jabbed his finger into Jasper's chest, "You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'm-ma get medieval on your ass."
As irate words came out of Jasper's mouth and he jutted his face into Edward, getting into his face, I filled it in with, "I could come and find you, kick your ass and throw you out of your own party. What do you think about that, dickhead?"
Edward threw his head back and laughed. It seemed to be a very cynical laugh. I cackled, "'You can't fire me. I make your decisions and I say I'm not fired. Ha."
I noticed Jasper's fists clenched tightly at his side while his jaw was gritted together. I breathed heavily, "I understand that you are going through a selfish phase. And, I'm sure that you will understand that I am going through a destructive phase."
I was really getting into the whole 'ad-lib the argument' before I noticed that they were striding - oh crap - towards my car and my heart raced faster.
Oh, crap! What the hell was I to do if they saw me?! Panicking I looked around wildly, trying to work out a story. My eyes landed on my bag. Pick up my phone? Pretend to be on a call? Or maybe I could be marking some papers? Or just dive down and hope for the best? What would Jack Sparrow do? Think, Alice, think!
But luckily for me, they stopped before they reached my car, Jasper once more reaching forward and grabbing Edward. I breathed a sigh of relief only to suck in my breath in one sudden motion. In shock, I watched Edward not just turn around, but I think he actually took even Jasper by surprise as Edward leaned in to place a hard kiss on Jasper's mouth.
'I wanna do bad things with you.' Yup, Jace Everett's 'Bad Things' was definitely running through my head. And I couldn't stop watching. Such a voyeur. Shhh....
Horribly fascinated, I gaped as Edward's tongue snaked out to glide with infinite softness along his bottom lip, Jasper's lips parting and Edward's tongue slipping in. Their tongues slid infinitely slowly against one another, just touching, tasting, teasing. Before long, Edward's body swayed towards Jasper and their hands moved up to tug in one another's hair.
Oh. My. Fuck. Edward Cullen was Brokeback Mountain. Oh poor Bella was going to be so heartbroken. God, he better not have led her on! Oh shootie-me-whatsies! Was Jasper? My brain quickly denied this, reminding me of the three persistent requests for dates so although not Brokeback, Jasper was at least Armand. (At least, you have to agree, Armand is not only bi, but hot. Both book and movie Armand.)
The slow relishment of Jasper's mouth seemed to be Edward's main aim at this point in his life as he peppered Jasper's mouth with open-mouthed kisses, coaxing and cajoling with the almost languid stroking of his tongue with Jasper's.
As one of Edward's hands plunged into Jasper's hair, he twisted the light strands in his fingers whilst moving closer, keeping the other man held in place. A slight grin graced his mouth before he captured Jasper's lips again and his palm caressed the side of the Jasper's face, smoothing the side of his cheek, along his jaw, and gracefully followed the column of Jasper's neck.
Edward's languorous motions while he was skimming over Jasper's chest and along his side was misleading, because it was anything but dreamy or lazy when Edward finally grasped Jasper's hip; gripping him tightly and jerking Jasper into the curve of his body and moving his rain of kisses along Jasper's jaw. The blond's head lolled back, giving Edward's mouth access to his neck and Edward made full use of that access, trailing his tongue up the column of his throat in one long, smooth movement before capturing that mouth with his once more.
Holy fuck! I took a deep breath as spots appeared before my eyes. "Breathe, Alice, breathe," I told myself as I avidly watched these two gorgeous men before me. A million questions ran through my head as I stared at the sight before me. Was Jasper gay? Bi? Het? Surprised?
It seemed Jasper was getting quite into it as Edward's mouth teased him, hands moving to grip Edward's ass. I could see Jasper's hips pulled in until he was situated between other man's legs and I could see them moving against one another, creating some much needed friction. Damn. That was some damn prime meat right there.
This was better than any CF action. (Man, I love me some Unicorns.) Where's the popcorn when you need it? I leaned forward in my gross concentration, but the Milk Duds leaped out of my hands and I struggled to catch them. When I did slam my hands on the packet, it was against my steering wheel and without warning my car horn blared. I jerked my head up. Fuck.
My eyes widened in horror when they stopped groping each other, and Edward obviously spied me. I smiled weakly and waved my empty box of Milk Duds. Jasper's face faded from surprise to pleased, pushing hard away from the other man's embrace while Edward's went from stunned to concerned to settle on angry. (At least he's consistent.)
Striding forcefully toward me, Jasper had a large, very fake smile pinned to his face and he aimed for my passenger door. Alarmed, I watched as he pulled open my door, got in and shut the door firmly. The smile dropped like a lead balloon. "Drive, Alice," he ground out. As an afterthought he added, "And lock the doors."
I did as he asked, pressing the control for my central locking as Edward tapped insistently upon my window. Briefly, I had a very disconcerting 'The Birds' moment as he kept tapping on the glass and I instinctively shied away from the window.
"Alice, ignore him. Just drive away. Please." Hearing the shakiness that breathed of barely held control in Jasper's voice, I started the car, smiled apologetically at a stunned Edward and drove away.
Seeing the other man in my rearview mirror kicking the ground and still gesticulating wildly after us, I quickly asked, "Where do you want me to go, Jasper?" I half expected him to say to hell, but figured he was there anywhere so when I received nothing but silence, I just drove. Having a feeling that Jasper had no desire to talk, and having no idea where we were going, I kept driving, but it was a pretty aimless direction I headed in. Seconds, then minutes passed until eventually, after driving in circles around the streets of Port Angeles (in complete silence, I might add which is totally unheard of in Alice world - silence is not golden, it's a torture that cruel people inflict on you. I'm just saying,) I slowed the car and pulled over, parking by the water.
Head swimming with a profusion of confused thoughts and an immeasurable amount of questions, nonetheless I kept silent, but I kept darting glances at the stoic man in my car. After all, sometimes quiet observation can provide more answers than asking endless questions.
Jasper's tightly clenched fist was pushed against his mouth, elbow on the sill of the window, eyes pointed out at the scenery. My heart went out to him. I got the feeling that Edward's actions were a little (okay, a lot) unexpected. Not everyone expects the 'Jake planting a kiss on Hamilton' moment. I could commiserate at how he must be feeling at this moment. Confusion, guilt, turmoil; all the questions that arise from an unexpected kiss from one of your own gender.
The sun had eventually fallen beyond the horizon and the lights turned on and I knew it wouldn't be long before the cold seeped into the warmth of the car's interior. However, not wanting to invade, I sat quietly, leaving the man to his own devices. It took some time, but eventually Jasper realized we were no longer in motion.
"Where are we?" he asked, his voice husky and sounding disoriented.
Having been casting sidelong glances, I turned fully toward him, taking in the haunted look in his eyes as he met mine. Feeling a little invasive at the openness I saw in his face, I slid my glance away and out his window. "West Railroad Ave, overlooking the water. See?"
"Oh yeah."
But he didn't really see. My heartstrings were tugged as he leaned back against the headrest, eyes closed. He looked tired, as if he had been running across deserts for miles. Deciding to give him some solitude, I turned the other way, leaving him to his probably disquieting thoughts.
It took fifteen recitations in my mind of the passages I had in my lesson plans for my classes the following day before I decided enough was enough and I wanted to go home. That and I'd run out of Milk Duds and had no further food in the car. My stomach was reminding me that I hadn't eaten today. Knowing I still had some work to do tonight when I got home, hesitantly I asked him if he wanted me to take him back to his car, or to another destination.
"Rosalie," he croaked, his eyes still closed.
I looked around wildly, thinking that maybe she'd shown up. Not seeing her, I thought maybe Jasper thought I was her, but I dismissed that notion fairly quickly. But I still didn't get what he meant and I was getting a little irritated with the whole 'woe is me' attitude when my stomach was rumbling so my tone was a little brusque when I asked him for some clarification. I was polite and civil about it, although it may have sounded a little - what would you call it? Brusque? What I wanted to say was, 'Wake up you idiot. What did you mean?' See? Brusque. You could also say bitchy. (I'm just not that good without food. Low blood sugar always makes me titchy.)
"Rosalie," Jasper repeated then clarified, "She brought me here. She came to the school to pick me up." His eyes opened, that brilliant blue that reminded me so much of Rosalie shining in the little light as he turned his head to look at me. "She saw you. We saw you. We passed you on the 101." He closed them again and resumed his former position. "Then we came here. To meet Edward. He talked. We argued. You saw how that turned out."
Oh. The light dawned. I had wondered how he got here when the last time I'd seen him was standing with Rosalie in the school parking lot. That explains it all. Rose must have driven him here, and if they passed us on the highway, no wonder he and Edward had already had a long conversation by the time I had seen them. Right. Oh. Another light dawned. Yes, I did know how that conversation turned out. The kissing. The making out. Yes. Although that kiss was hot, it was pretty obvious by Jasper's reaction afterward that he wasn't interested. Poor Edward. Easy mistake to make I guess. Jasper is a very pretty boy. Obviously, Edward had the wrong idea. Poor guy. I could have told him, had he only asked, that only one of the Hales was homosexual and I think I'm pretty safe in my conclusion that that particular Hale was not Jasper. I said as much to Jasper and he snorted.
"Yeah," he said in a somewhat non-committal tone.
Or was it dejection I could hear? I looked at him closely, taking in the constantly clenching jaw, the lines that creased his face from the angry scowl he wore, and the tension in his body that indicated his level of aggravation. I let my eyes rove, noting the jagged breathing, the rapidly-blinking-though-unseeing look in his face, and most of all the definite bulge in his pants. This was not a man who was unaffected. This was a man who was most definitely, infinitesmically affected and turned on. Again, drawing my own conclusions, I opened my big mouth, "Are you interested in Edward, Jasper?"
His words exploded from him, "Yes! No! I don't know!"
Well, what do you know? Jasper was as dysfunctional and confused as I was. Yay! Or maybe not so yay. I was so not ready to help him deal with his gay relationship issues when I had my own issues to work through. Yes, I'm selfish. Screw me. It's been a long and trying two, three? days. I really wanted to slap him across the back side of his head, but honestly? It was just too much effort.
"Honey, I'm too tired to slap you. Bash your face up against my palm."
He looked at me like I was Fluffy. "What?"
"Confused much? This thing with Edward? Yes? No? I don't know? I think that pretty much sums up that you're more than a little confused."
He sighed. "Oh. Right. Yeah, I know. I don't know, Alice. Edward and I - I - Ed - It was supposed to be a talk... It was supposed to be a talk, dammit!" Jasper slammed his head back against his headrest and his hands slid through his hair in his frustration.
His hand hit the console. Melodramatic much? I frowned, part of me wanting to berate him for hurting Susie (the car) and the other part was all ooooh, intrigue! Teh dramaz! Hoomans are strangezt. Mentally, I was clapping my hands together like an over-excited two year old, and squealing silently, 'What did Edward say? What did he say?!' (What can I say? I live for the drama.)
Then Jasper started raving and I had trouble trying to keep up as he ranted, "Bastard said it was going to be an explanation of why he was here. Why he had decided to come home. After all this time, he decides to come home? I'm the one who moved here when his mother got sick. He couldn't be bothered moving from Boston! But he managed to fuck off to Seattle. After all this time, he decided to come home? Really? I gave him space. And time! To get over all his emo fuckery. I'm trying to settle down here. I dated! I've been dating! I have dated almost all the women there are in Forks and every town in a twenty mile radius! Then Rose, my fucking sister Rose, is on his fucking side! What the hell is up with that? She's my sister, dammit. Leaving us alone with only 'Sort it out' and 'Don't hurt him or you will be dealing with me' before driving off. And then he says something like that! What the fuck?!"
On the outside, I asked quietly, "Who said what? Edward? Edward said what, Jasper?" but internally I was holding my breath waiting for the big reveal. I received nothing. Jasper was silent. Um, hello? I tried again. "What, Jasper? What's so wrong with what Edward said?"
I watched as Jasper took a deep breath and those startling blue eyes turned their vivid gaze on me as he spat out, "He said he was in love with me."
Oh, wow. Shakespeare could make a whole new play out of all of this. Letting out a shocked sigh, I sat there, assimilating this. Jasper's eyes bored into mine, daring me to say something, and I just sat there like a stunned mullet, gaping like said fish at him.
Then Jasper was lunging towards me, his lips seeking mine, his fingers twisting in my hair and his tongue plundering my mouth. I felt as if I was sinking under the deep azure blue of the sea outside of my car, wave upon wave crashing against the sea wall. I could hear our breathing, sounding heavy in the otherwise silent eve. All thoughts had flowed out of my head, only to be replaced with an urgency to prove I was still all woman. All the fuckery that had been my brain since Saturday night suddenly cleared and my girly parts were all tingly again. A man was all over me. Hell yes!
Hands grasped, clutched, as mouths grappled; legs entwined as I clambered over the console and slid into Jasper's lap. My lips anxiously searched for his, met, sucked, licked, tongued. Thoughts whirled dizzyingly through my head, but then I could only feel the excitement and the anticipation that flowed through my traitorous body as his hands roved. One of his hands twisted in my hair, pulling my face to his and his lips suckled on mine, bruising them as he kissed with a ferocity that left me gasping; the other hand smoothed down my arm, gliding over my breast, and palming its curve in his large hand.
Then there were the sounds of wrenching material, harsh, guttural sounds as we twisted and grappled, trying to remove superfluous material: he - his turtleneck, me - my jacket, then blouse until skin felt skin. I felt so alive, so free. My hands scrambled for a grip on him, against his shoulders, his neck until they finally settled in his hair and gripped tightly as my tongue played with his. His thumb unerringly found where my nipple was located and brushed lightly over the outside of my bra, my body jerking in excited anticipation. I wanted this. I wanted him. Desperation much?
Goosebumps rose in the wake of his fingertips and frissons of awareness ran down my back. Deftly, his fingers undid the snap of my bra and then his hand was there, slipping in, sliding warm hands against my bare skin. Wrenching my mouth from his, I flung my head back, my hands braced upon his shoulders as his hand pushed up my bra and his thumb flicked urgently over my nipple, sending pulses of electricity down my body and I could feel my panties dampen as lust for this man ran through me. Hot, molten lust. I want more. I need more.
My hands roved, touching his neck, caressing his chest, feeling the coarseness of of the line of chest hair beneath my fingers, and gliding down to run lightly over his abs. I heard the hiss of his indrawn breath and it emboldened me. Beneath my fingertips I could feel his bared skin; warm, hard, and --- very infinitely male. All muscles, sinews, and the familiarity felt so good.
Jasper's warm breath washed over my exposed skin, his breathing raspy and hoarse as he whispered, "Alice... look at me."
Compelled, I raised my head and was held helpless by the piercing intensity of his look as the light glinted off his blond hair, turning it golden. Disconcertingly a song started in my head... Her hair is Harlow gold, her lips sweet surprise... Those blue eyes - so reminiscent of Rosalie's - held mine with an intensity that threatened to remove what little breath I had left in my body as his hand glided from my tangled hair down, down my throat, between my breasts and down between us, roughly pulling up my skirt to my waist. Bare fingers grazed over my sensitive nub as they whispered their way beneath the cotton of my panties, and lightly dragged through the cleft of my damp nether lips. Sighing, I shuddered in both relief and anticipation.
The tips of his fingers coaxed their way into me. I shivered. I shook. My inner muscles sighed and gave way to his intimate exploration, and I could not help myself; I moaned and undulated my hips as he found that spot and ran his fingers over it, repeatedly stroking, all the while holding my gaze. Then his thumb joined in and with a gentle motion, firmly circled my clit. "Keep your eyes open, Alice. I want to watch you."
My nipples tightened in response to his words and he captured one erect nipple between his other thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently between them. All of it was overly intense and, strung out over Rosalie and my recent ruminations, it didn't take long before I was clenching tightly around Jasper's fingers as they smoothly slid in and out of me. Oh my fucking God. I wanted him inside me. Right the fuck now.
The sensations flowing through me were phenomenal. My hips pushed against the hardness I could feel between my legs and my lungs expelled air in jagged, shallow breaths.
I don't know what happened. It happened so quickly. His eyes faded in my mind and all I saw were Rosalie's eyes as they were at the school - full of hurt, dismay and sadness... and again, that song filled my head, 'And she'll tease you, she'll unease you, all the better just to please you...' Shaking my head, I tried to remove the images of Rose, of her touch, her taste and desperately I grabbed at Jasper, plunging my tongue insistently against his, trying to rid myself of the ghosts.
Then his hands moved, tugging at his belt and all too soon, I could feel him - really feel him - as he pushed against my entrance. His length slid inside me, and his hands guided my hips. I rose and fell upon his hardness, but while I was allowing him to fill me, while I let him thrust into me; my guilt grew and grew... I felt like I was cheating on her.
Suddenly it, he was too invasive.
And, like a dam bursting, the guilt came pouring out and like a bitch slap in the face, I pulled back. Harsh sobs rent through the air, courtesy of me, but Jasper mistook them for cries of passion for his thrusts became more urgent, and my guilt rose even as my body's lust grew...
I wrenched myself off him, climbing as far back as I could off his lap. His eyes full of desire, accusation and anger met mine. I couldn't move. God, I don't blame him for being angry. He had been so close and I pulled away. But I couldn't. I couldn't do that while she was in my head. I didn't want this Hale, I wanted the other one. Jasper - Hale no. Rosalie - Hale yes.
Stunned at myself, I stayed frozen in place, but my gaze slid away as I whispered, "I'm sorry, Jasper..." My fingers were shaking against my bruised and swollen lips and my eyes woefully met his in apology. "I'm so sorry."
Jasper, on the other hand, was not rooted to the spot and frozen in limbo like I was. In fact, far from it as he tugged urgently, wrapping his fingers around his hard cock. His hand slid along his length, deliberate movements, slowly at first, then faster, his hips thrusting with his movements.
I semi-crouched, semi-stood on the passenger side floor, my skirt still bunched around my hips, my panties still askew and pulled to one side. God, I dreaded to think what people would be able to see as they passed by. But I couldn't help but be relieved. At least he wouldn't be blue-balled by the end of this little episode.
His intense look at me holding me in stasis, my gaze was drawn to where his fingers were tightened around his shaft and he pumped himself. Nervously, I ran my tongue along my bottom lip and then my name left his lips. My eyes flew to meet his, I could see he was close. My body was responding to the heat in his eyes, as they fastened on my lips and snaking my tongue out, I moistened my lips once more, parting them softly. His hips jerked as he fisted himself faster. However, surprisingly, it was not my name on his lips as he released... Our eyes were held together as Jasper growled, "Fuck! Edward!" and with a cry and a grunt, he came, his entire body shuddering, hips lifting off the seat with the force of his climax, the reverberations running through my body with its intensity.
I held a fist to my mouth in surprise and shock as the startling revelation came to me, ignoring my momentary lack of dress and the mess that Jasper was creating on my leg. This was huge, on a grand scale of ginormous because like me, Jasper had been trying to banish the thoughts of the one he truly wanted. I could have thought of more, but all my mind could think of at that moment?
Oh my God. I need a cheeseburger.
Quotes:
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Lions, and tigers, and bad taste, oh my! ~Carson Kressley, Queer Eye for the Straight Guy
You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'm-ma get medieval on your ass. ~Pulp Fiction
"I could come and find you, kick your ass and throw you out of your own party. What do you think about that, dickhead?"~ Live Free, Die Hard
You can't fire me. I make your decisions and I say I'm not fired. Ha. ~Monica, Friends
I understand that you are going through a selfish phase. And, I'm sure that you will understand that I am going through a destructive phase. ~ Mollie, Look Who's Talking
Honey, I'm too tired to slap you. Bash your face up against my palm. ~ Karen, Will and Grace
"Her hair is Harlow gold, her lips sweet surprise... And she'll tease you, she'll unease you, all the better just to please you...' ~ Bette Davis Eyes, Kim Carnes
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