Sugar and Spice
A/N: It has been pointed out to me that Georgia is on East Coast time and therefore the ball would be dropping live. That was geography fail on my part. Hehe. Thanks TwilightMundi. Mwah.
Um...I beg for your forgiveness ahead of time. Heheh
~January~
Jasper was a man on a mission.
The beginning of the year was always a hectic period. Jasper was pulling 60 hours a week or more at the studio in preparation for the new season and Peter always had to travel the first month of the year.
If it wasn't their jobs, it was their friends. The denizens of Hollywood rarely needed an excuse to party and if they had one, a wild night was preordained. It was a relatively unique thing that they could congratulate the expecting couple by plying them with copious quantities of alcohol, so Jasper found himself nursing more than one hangover that month.
In all the chaos of work, congratulations and rearranging their busy schedules around Charlotte's doctor's appointments, Jasper had not seen his lover naked in entirely too long. That was going to change. He was hungry, starving for the other man's touch.
And he would be satisfied.
"Peter!" he called as he entered the house.
"Over here, baby," Peter called back.
The front foyer. Jasper was pleased. He set down down his laptop bag and moved through the house, untucking his shirt. He felt feral - an animal on the hunt - ready to pounce.
Seeing his prey, Jasper felt a low growl building in his chest. Peter was in the living room, flipping through a week's worth of mail they'd been neglecting.
It could wait for another hour. Maybe four. Maybe more.
He sprang into action, wrapping his arms around Peter's waist. Keeping one hand on his hip, Jasper snaked the other one down his lover's front, cupping him roughly.
"Fuck... baby," Peter moaned, dropping the mail to the floor.
"Yes," Jasper growled, nipping at the other man's neck aggressively. "Fuck. Baby."
"Jesus," Peter gasped, his hand going back, gripping wildly at Jasper's neck, up into his hair. His breath was uneven, as if moving to the frantic rhythm of a club in full swing. He stuttered, swallowing hard, trying to speak, but Jasper was determined not to let him.
Overwhelm and confuse the prey - it was easier to take them down that way.
"Shhhh," Jasper demanded. Putting both his hands on Peter's hips, he spun the brown haired man around roughly. Hands on his face, Jasper pulled his lover to him. He kissed hard, his tongue sliding passed Peter's lips and stroking. "If you want to talk so badly when I'm trying to fuck you, I'm going to have to occupy your pretty little mouth." He let his hands drift down to Peter's neck, stroking gently - completely contrary to all his previous actions. He let a grin spread, slow and hot, across half his face. He titled his head, trapping Peter with his eyes. "I got other plans for you, sugar." He kissed him again, sweetly. "For us."
Wide eyed, Peter licked his lips. He nodded, bringing his hands up to rest on Jasper's chest. "Anything you want. Anything."
Jasper kissed his lips, soft and slow, his hands reaching around to palm his lover's ass, pushing him flush against his body. His own moan was suggestive. "That's good." He kissed the space between Peter's upper lip and his nose. Pushing forward, he stepped Peter backward one step at a time, kissing him once for each step - his checks, his chin, his neck.
Peter's feet hit the back of the stairs and he stumbled backward, falling on his ass onto the steps with an, "Oof."
Jasper didn't give him time to recover. Instead, he kept coming, kept pressing forward. Peter pushed himself up one step, two steps. The blond man knelt on the lower step, voraciously attacking the other man's neck as he crushed Peter's body underneath him.
As they kissed on the stairs, Jasper worked a hand between their writhing bodies, rubbing and unbuttoning, keeping himself balanced on his free hand.
Peter's fingers were everywhere - grabbing at Jasper's hair, digging into the skin of his shoulders as he pulled at his shirt, trying to work the buttons of his shirt, jeans...whatever he could get at.
Jasper had just wrapped his fingers around the base of Peter's cock when his phone rang.
"Fuck," they cursed in unison.
It took a few seconds for the ring tone to sink in. "That's Charlotte," he realized, thinking out loud.
"Charlotte," Peter repeated dumbly.
They both scrambled upright, Peter pulling his pants up so he could reach for his phone.
"Char? What's going on?"
Jasper quickly forgot about sex when he saw Peter's face fall.
"Honey, you need to call the doctor, okay? Call the doctor and tell him exactly that," Peter said, looking around frantically.
"What is it? What's going on?" Jasper asked urgently.
Peter raised a finger, motioning for him to be silent. "Char, call him right away and call us back. We're on our way to you." He hung up, looking to Jasper with frightened eyes. "Charlotte said she's bleeding. Not...profusely." He waved his hand, flustered. "Spotting, she said."
~0~
Hours later they were all back at Charlotte's apartment. Charlotte was lying across the couch, her feet on Peter's lap. Jasper was at the window, staring out of it, deep in thought.
"Honey, everything's okay," Charlotte said softly, sounding tired. "I shouldn't have even called you."
Jasper turned, his hands on his hips. "What are you talking about? Of course you sould have called us."
"I knew spotting could be normal. I just panicked," she continued. She stroked her still flat stomach idly. "I'm just going to take it easy for a few days, like the doctor said. Everything's going to be okay."
"You don't know that," Jasper said softly.
"Baby..." Peter started but he didn't seem to know how to continue.
"I'm sorry," Jasper said quickly. "It's just that... it took us so long to get here. Santa Monica is really too far..." He ducked his head, his mind still racing with too many thoughts to process.
"What are you saying?" Peter asked when the silence stretched on.
Jasper wiped a hand over his eyes. "I don't know really..." He looked up, finding two sets of eyes on him. "I want... I want us all to consider Charlotte moving in for a while." Both of their eyebrows shot up, and Jasper held his hands out in a placating motion. "Hear me out."
Turning to Peter he said, "If you don't agree with me, you know you can tell me. It's our house, not mine, but... I'd like it to be an option. We can take care of Charlotte there and if... something happens..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean, you know if what happened to Alice happened when she was alone, Dash wouldn't have made it. It would just make me feel better."
He looked at Charlotte. "And Char, we have the room. You would still have space and privacy. We'd pay for the extra gas it takes to commute here. Or hell, take leave from the shop, if that's what you want to do. You know you'll want for nothing with us."
Peter and Charlotte looked at each other, uncertain but not dismissing the idea outright.
"Just think about it," Jasper implored.
~March~
"All of these sites have tips for Daddy," Peter said. He was sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, pouring over week-by-week pregnancy websites.
"Hmm," Jasper said, somewhat distracted by his own laptop.
"Yes. We need to look into wills, and make sure we're connecting with Mommy. Since she's feeling better, apparently, now is a great time to take walks and make sure we hold hands," Peter read. He clicked. "And this week suggests that Mommy would really benefit from hugs."
"Hugs, hmm?"
"Yeah. And neck massages."
"Hmmm," Jasper said, shutting down his laptop and setting it aside. He stood, walking over and sitting behind Peter on the couch. The brunette man reached back, squeezing his hand briefly before returning to his browsing.
Smirking to himself, Jasper began to massage Peter's neck. "Yeah... you know..." Peter tried to keep up with his train of thought. "These sites say that Charlotte should begin to feel the baby any day now." He tilted his head and Jasper's fingers worked over his skin. "We uh... um..."
"Yes?" Jasper prompted, reaching Peter's shoulders.
"Fuck, that feels good," Peter breathed.
Jasper leaned down, kissing the side of the other man's head as he continued moving his fingers. Peter reached up, his hand reaching around to the back of Jasper's neck and pulling him down further. Their lips met, sugar sweet kisses heating like chocolate melting against a hot surface - like they lost their shape to pool together.
Never disconnecting their lips for more than a scant second, Peter stood, quickly straddling Jasper on the couch. With his hands braced on the back of the couch on either side of Jasper's head, he leaned in, kissing his lover hard. Jasper groaned, his fingers clamping down hard on each side of Peter's ass.
"Want you," Jasper growled in the seconds his lips were free.
"Take me," Peter answered against his lips.
Jasper wasted no time endeavoring to do just that. His hands went to Peter's side and he quickly started to yank his pants down, eager to have his lover wrapped around him - skin to skin.
No sooner had Peter's ass been exposed than the front door banged open. "Guys! Guys! Guess what!" Charlotte exclaimed as she ran through the door. "I- Whoa! Oh, fuck!"
Peter rolled off Jasper, tugging his pants up as he went. They were both breathing hard, their faces flushed with exertion. Jasper grabbed a couch cushion to hide his erection.
"I thought you were going to visit a friend," Peter said breathlessly, bringing his legs up on the couch and squirming slightly as he tried to find a comfortable position.
"I was but... Um..." From the look on her face, it was clear that Charlotte was trying not to laugh.
Jasper rolled his eyes. "Oh, go ahead and laugh. You know you want to."
Charlotte laughed so hard she had to sit down. "I'm sorry," she said, gasping for breath. "I mean... this is what you wanted, right? For me to feel right at home?" She giggled. "I mean... maybe we should get a sock on the door system going or something..."
"You're fine, honey," Peter said, smiling fondly. "You're right. We should be more careful when we have guests." He grinned at Jasper impishly. "Now what did you come back to tell us?"
"Oh, it almost seems silly now. I just got excited because I felt the baby move..."
~June~
"What's wrong with Beth?" Peter challenged.
"Nothing's wrong with Beth. Why are you stuck on Beth so much, anyway?" Jasper asked. Ever since they'd found out they were having a little girl, they'd been trying to decide on names. Jasper remembered how Bella and Edward argued over it for months. At the time, he'd rolled his eyes. Now he knew better. He and Peter had been at it for a month and a half so far.
Peter shrugged. "You'll laugh at me."
They were lying in bed, enjoying a peaceful Sunday morning. Jasper rolled onto his side so he could look at his lover, laughing lightly at the somewhat sheepish expression on his face. He ran a tender hand through Peter's hair, twirling a lock around a single finger absently. His hair was getting so long again... "I won't laugh at you," he promised.
Peter's eyes met his, and he raised a hand, tracing the line of Jasper's chin. With a sigh, he relented. "Did you ever read Little Women?"
Jasper just raised an eyebrow. "One of the sisters was named Beth."
"I just always liked that character," Peter murmured. "She was quiet, gentle and sweet. But so strong." Peter got a gleam in his eye then - the gleam that was always there when he spoke of their child and the things he wanted for her. "When I thought about having a daughter, I always hoped she would be like that."
"Hmmm," Jasper considered, his chest warming as his heart seemed to expand. Every once in a while, the idea that he was about to become a father truly struck him and he was filled with more love than he knew what to do with. "Didn't Beth die in that book?" he asked, unable to resist teasing his lover.
Peter smacked his bare chest. "It wasn't a character flaw that killed her, asshole. Anyway, They can cure what she had today." His brow furrowed. "At least, I think so..."
Jasper laughed, rolling back onto his back. "Well, Beth might be a good middle name. I still like Annie."
"Annie Beth?" Peter asked dubiously. "You want to name our baby Annie Beth Damon-Whitlock? What's so great about Annie anyway?"
"I like Annie," Jasper defended. "It's... spunky. Sassy, spunky girls are always named Annie and, incidentally, they're usually strong too,"
"Jasper Whitlock, you're going to eat your words when she's a teenager. Sassy is cute for a little one but your'e asking for a world of hurt when she's a teenager," Peter said, laughing. "Besides, it's just so...yokel."
"Yokel?" Jasper protested, looking over at him.
"Yokel," Peter reaffirmed. "It's too... Annie Get Your Gun." He rose to his knees on the bed beside Jasper, pretending to raise a microphone to his mouth. "'Anything you can do I can do better,'" he sang in the most god-awful, high pitched approximation of a Southern accent as he could. "'I can do anything better than-'" He cut off with a yelp as Jasper caught him around the waist, pulling him back on the bed.
Jasper quickly tangled his legs with Peter's trying to keep the upper hand. Peter wasn't about to make it easy. The two men wrestled, tangling limbs and bedsheets as they grunted and laughed. It took only a minute before Jasper had gotten Peter on his knees again. He knelt behind him, wresting Peter's arms behind his back.
Leaning over him, Jasper put his lips against Peter's ear. "What was that? Anything I can do, you can do better? Hmm?"
"Fuck... baby," Peter said breathlessly. He squirmed in Jasper's hold. Obviously, their wrestling had gotten him quite worked up.
Then again, their wrestling had gotten Jasper worked up too.
Carefully, keeping his hands wrapped around his lover's wrist, he moved Peter's hands - one at a time - to the headboard. "You'd best keep hold of that," he rumbled against Peter's ear. The other man whimpered, the sound going straight to Jasper's cock.
Moving slowly, teasing and titillating, Jasper kisses, nipped and licked his way from Peter's shoulders, licking a line down his spine and leaving a love bite on his right cheek before he began to tease Peter's entrance with his tongue.
"Yes. Jasper, please," Peter moaned as the blond man teasingly moved his tongue deeper. He would circle the sensitive flesh, plunge in slowly and flick Peter's walls with his tongue until his lover was writhing and pleading.
Jasper straightened up, stroking his cock as he lined himself up with Peter's body. "Is this what you want, babe? You want me here?"
"God. Fuck. Yes. Now. Please."
It always drove Jasper crazy when Peter got all monosyllabic. Almost frantic himself, Jasper slid into Peter quickly.
And that was when their door swung open and Charlotte darted by. "I'm sorry guys. I'm so sorry but I can't-" was all she got out before she reached their bathroom. The startled men jumped, both at her sudden intrusion and because of the loud clap of the door slamming shut.
The retching they heard a second later was a boner-killer...to say the least.
"Honey?" Peter called as he pulled on his robe. He rapped once on the door but the only answer was more retching. "I'm coming in."
Half an hour later, Jasper emerged from a shower - a cold shower - to find a rather miserable looking Charlotte curled up in bed with his lover, her head on his now clothed chest. Peter was smoothing her sweat-slicked hair back, trying to soothe her. Jasper clucked in sympathy, sliding into his side of the bed and rubbing her back.
"Ugh," Charlotte groaned. "It's good I've never had a problem with morning sickness. This sucks." She paused before rolling over slightly. "I'm sorry, by the way."
Jasper just smirked at her. "Don't be sorry," he said simply.
Charlotte snorted, cuddling closer to Peter. "I guess I'm really not. I just couldn't make it to my room." She chuckled. "Besides, you better get used to this. This one," she said, patting her burgeoning belly, "is not going to understand boundaries for a long time. Mark my words - they have a radar built in.
"I dated this woman with a kid once. I swear to Christ... every single time my mouth touched her pussy, the kid would come flying in. Every. Single. Time."
The boys laughed until Charlotte groaned. "Stop giggling. You shake the bed."
Peter took that opportunity to ask her opinion on the Beth vs Annie debate.
"Dudes, that is so easy to compromise on, it's not even funny," Charlotte mumbled, her eyelids drooping. "Bethany...nimrods."
"Bethany..." Jasper repeated. He loved it instantly.
Looking over at Peter, Jasper could see that they were - finally - in agreement. Smiles spread over their faces and their hands joined over Charlotte's belly...over their daughter. Bethany.
Looking down at the now sleeping woman who was doing this incredible thing for them, Peter's lips pursed. "Bethany Charlotte?" he asked Jasper.
As if joining the conversation, Bethany moved beneath their joined hands, and both the men's smiles turned wondrous.
"Bethany Charlotte," Jasper agreed.
A/N: *ducks rotten tomatoes* I know, I know. I'll make it up to you.
So, I'm considering attempting a drabble fic because I have this idea that would actually work well as a drabble and not much else. My question to you is - what slashy pairings do you like to read?
