SM owns.
Three A/N's at the end.
Chapter 7. That I Spend
Edward's POV
At the break of dawn a tiny knock on the door announces Jasper's arrival. The usual hint of anxiousness tickles in my toes, and I am about to rush and unlock the door for him, to enter and begin with my Sunday's undoing. Then, a grunt comes from behind my back, where Carlisle lies in bed—now obviously awake—and I know I'll be distracted by Jasper and won't be able to keep watch over my captive. I'll be busy with the boy's body, his hair, his skin, his eyes, the gentle fingers, and even the fucking little hairs on his chest. And later with his gorgeous cock and the beautiful tight ring welcoming my multiple intrusions.
I have to do something with this Carlisle dude. I need to tie him up; yes, brilliant idea.
"Just a moment, Jasper," I shout out to the unopened door and hurry to find a solution to my immediate problem.
I order Carlisle out of bed, but hell, I don't own a rope; I do own neckties though, so three of them become useful—one for his wrists behind his back and two for his ankles, which I tie to the chair's legs. Now, that's a nice view; he pulls against his restraints a couple times only to find there's no escape and shoots daggers with his narrowed eyes.
"Fuck you," he hisses, words I hear at least ten times a day.
"Not happening," I hiss back and go for my keys.
Jasper's POV
Fuck my life, we've got an audience this time!
As soon as I enter, I spot Carlisle tied to a chair with his eyes fixating me, his nostrils flaring. "Good to see you again, Carlisle," I say, only because I cannot think of anything else to be said in a situation like this. The only noise I hear in answer is a low growl coming from his chest. He tries to move against his restraints but the only progress he makes is to shift his butt near the chair's edge, which makes his groin stick out. He shifts back to his former position, redness crawling over his cheeks. He closes his eyes then, which is a signal for me to look at Edward.
Now, Edward is his usual flawless self. His features never cease to amaze me; the unearthly beauty is still incomprehensible for me, but I've accepted that being a vampire has something to do with it. I guess he'd been beautiful even before he got turned almost a century ago; either way, I could just sit and look at him for hours, but that's not what I'm here for. I get paid for my service, and I have to get to business, audience or not.
Edward waits patiently for me to approach him, then he tucks my loose locks behind my ear. His fingers run over my forehead, then over my cheek. The thumb stops at my lower lip, pulling it ever so slightly down, signaling that my mouth gotten his attention. He's a bit hastier than usual, claiming me with a deep kiss, sucking my breath, his hands grabbing the shirt on my back and untucking it from my jeans.
His palms crawl under the cotton material and glide over the bare skin on my back, sending shivers rushing through me. He pulls me closer and deepens the kiss even more, only to break it a moment later. He unbuttons my shirt at vampire speed, unfastens my belt before I blink, then hints I should lose the jeans by tucking his thumbs in my waistband. While I take off my favorite boots and get fully undressed, he's a swirl in my peripheral vision, and in the next moment, he stands completely naked before me.
I'm gently urged to my knees by his palms on my shoulders. "Suck me," he says calmly, and I'm aroused not only by his voice but also the view before my eyes—the cock I've been seeing for the last five months; the cock that feels like mine now.
I'll miss him when I leave this world, I think. There's life after death, isn't there? I wonder, will I keep my memories when I pass away?
Edward's POV
Jasper's mouth. It's heaven. He's good. No, he's a blessing. I can never get tired of his skilled tongue. I watch in awe as my cock slides, surrounded by his soft, plump lips. His eyes are closed now; I know this is his way to focus and feel—feel my needs and impulses. He changes his rhythm, he swirls his tongue, he increases the intensity of the suction, then suddenly pulls away; he licks sticky precum from my tip, and then again, he makes my cock disappear—all of it—in one swift movement.
Even before I think, he always guesses what I'd like most. I've never had such a human, nor vampire. Jasper is so special.
Now his tongue moistens my balls while his palm squeezes my shaft, moving up and down. My ball sack comes to life under his touch, skin shrinking and hairs standing; it tickles and makes my thighs really weak. Jasper tortures me on purpose, knowing how much I'll love it when he takes me back into his mouth, letting the cool air caress my wet balls. I know he'll suck my cock any moment now. I'm getting impatient.
I grab handfuls of his hair, directing him to where I want him. And then it happens —one of my favorite things—burying my fingers in his silky hair, guiding him, forcing him to look into my eyes with one sudden pull, seeing him gasp and open his mouth for me once more. Then I fuck his gorgeous face.
I never let go of his golden curls, my grasp becoming stronger, my movements quicker, and my thrusts deeper.
He has closed his eyes again, which I love. He looks dreamy.
My beautiful, perfect Jasper.
In the next moment, I catch myself looking for Carlisle's eyes. There he sits, frozen in his spot, his eyes glued to where my cock enters the boy's mouth. He blinks often, and his cheeks are stained by tears.
I still have no idea what his business is with Jasper. I can see he's suffering, and not because he's captive; he didn't cry the days it was just us. He's only crying now when he's witness to what I do with Jasper. Those tears will not spoil my pleasure though. I am determined to have the best time when I pay for it. And I know Jasper loves it, too. I turn my gaze back to the magical lips, and it takes me five more thrusts to recognize the beginning of my first orgasm.
When I come, I hear two noises at the same time: one is Jasper, swallowing my jizz. The other is an uncontrolled, loud whimper coming from Carlisle.
Oh, fuck.
Carlisle's POV
An invisible hand clutches at my throat; I can't breathe. It also stops my wail from coming out.
And the freak saw me crying.
He just ejaculated in Jasper's mouth. It makes me sick to my stomach.
Now he surprises me by coming my way, leaving Jasper kneeling on the floor, sitting on his heels.
The next thing I know, I'm lifted in the air, together with the chair I'm tied to. He carries me into the adjacent room, places me in the middle of it, never reaching to untie me. He leans to my ear and whispers.
"With the amount of money that I spend for two hours with Jasper, I don't need any irritating noises, okay? Can you stay still? And silent?"
I nod my head vigorously; I only wish to be out of that room, not seeing, not even listening.
I need time alone to process.
Oh, my God. He gets paid. He's a gigolo. A male prostitute.
Oh, fuck.
A/N
1) Thanks to my gorg ladies Lou and Sally!
2) Now, I have a question. Did you spot the pattern in the chapter titles?
3) *mwah* of course I'm sorry for the dealy with the update. Now I NEED your comments.
