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Special thanks to Lou for pre-reading and Nancy for betaing. I've never imagined I could have this kind of support.
A/N: I don't know when the next update will be. RL is confusing me right now. Send me some love guys, please.
I'm the Fly On the Wall
Chapter 7
The room disappeared before my eyes. Everything was black, and I was left with the darkness and the sounds.
I heard someone's heavy breathing turning into shallow breaths, and then into coughing. Soon, I heard a moan which morphed into a heartbreaking endless wail. The bed wouldn't stop shaking as if a body had been slaughtered over it.
Then I heard Edward speaking through gritted teeth.
"Shit, shit, shit, Jasper, stop it, man. Please, stop?"
The wail increased in volume.
"Here, come closer. Let me hold you."
Something rang in Edward's tone betraying he was about to cry, but was fighting to keep control. "Please stop trembling, oh Lord, shit, please, please stop!" His voice pitched an octave higher than usual.
I was frightened to death. Something awful was happening to Jasper.
Several minutes passed, until the wail lost its power and was finally replaced by sobs.
"That's right. That's my man. Shush now. I'm here. I'm here."
For a while, I heard nothing but a quiet sob from time to time. The bed had stopped shaking.
Edward's voice repeated "I'm here, I'm here," and then, "poor boy… my poor boy." All of a sudden, I heard the bed shift and the younger man's voice came a bit louder. "I have to let go of you for a second, okay? I need to put the light on." The sobs got more intense, but that was it. I heard footsteps and then a click. A bright light from the ceiling bathed the sight in front of me.
A completely naked Edward stood a couple of feet from me, his hand still hanging in the air where it had reached out for the light switch. He stared at the curled body in his bed, tears in his eyes. I couldn't see Jasper's face from where I was, only his bare ass and back, which occasionally shook with his exhausted sobs.
"Talk to me, Jasper." Edward spoke as he approached the bed.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." The answer was barely audible from the naked body, which lay curled in a fetal position.
"Don't be. I'm here. Everything is good now." Edward snuggled behind Jasper, pulling a blanket to cover them both. I saw his right arm find its way under Jasper's neck. Jasper made a small effort to adjust himself to the tight embrace. Edward kissed the blonde hair gently sweeping it away from Jasper's ear before he whispered, "Sleep now, baby."
I watched them sleep for the entire night, none of us ever changing position. The light stayed on.
In the morning, Jasper was the first to wake up. He turned to his back and opened his eyes, only to shut them immediately. Dark circles marked the skin under those eyes and his hair was a total mess. He opened his eyes again very slowly and turned his head to both sides as if rediscovering the room where he was. When he saw the sleeping figure beside him, a deep furrow appeared on his forehead.
I watched him stare at Edward for a good couple of minutes, holding his breath until he finally smiled. He lifted his hand and gently placed a finger on Edward's cheek, then drew a straight line to his jaw. His finger ghosted over the sleeping man's chin and then stopped on his lower lip, pulling it slightly down.
Then Jasper lifted himself on his elbow and leaned to press his lips against Edward's. The golden locks hid the kiss.
Jasper greeted Edward with the sweetest voice.
"Good morning, handsome. Are you mad at me?"
"You're not the brightest person in the mornings, right?" Edward snorted. "How can anyone be mad at you for having a panic attack?" He turned completely serious. "Tell me you're okay now, please."
"I'm fine. I'm sorry the night didn't turn out how we planned. I feel I have to make it up to you."
"We'll definitely find a way for you to make it up to me." Edward chuckled and lifted the end of the blanket, pointing under it with his index finger. "See? There's somebody there who needs attention."
Jasper licked his lips.
Edward licked his lips too, but shifted his finger to point at his companion.
"Not now, baby. We have to talk first. Junior will be alright. That's not his first morning wood that will remain unattended."
"What do you want to know?"
"What awful things happened in your head? What did you feel?"
"Let's see. Okay, I owe you some sort of an explanation. It's usually the dizziness that comes first. And then come the images of a blind man walking around in sunglasses, tapping with a cane. I'm afraid of the idea I'll talk to people and not know what they look like; I'll have to feel their faces instead of seeing their expressions, their smiles. I'm terrified I'll be totally useless, unable to find my way to the bathroom or make my food. I'm terrified no one will want me. And especially this time… this time I freaked out even more when I thought I wouldn't be able to see the beautiful lines of your face anymore, and my heart broke."
"Fuck." Edward gaped.
"Yeah, fuck. But the fucking didn't happen. I'm sorry, again."
"No, I mean, fuck, that's the sweetest thing I've heard in my life."
"What?"
"Can you repeat what you just said about the lines of my face and your heart?"
"Oh, that? Um yeah, the lines of your face are beautiful."
"And your heart is breaking at the thought you won't see them."
"That, too." Jasper averted his gaze.
"I'm falling for you." Edward stated calmly.
Jasper blushed.
Both Edward and I stood in silence, waiting for his reply.
