Happy Halloween everyone!
Please enjoy the next chapter - the boys are ready to have some fun in Jasper's town!
I owe my lovely beta, cocoalvin, a huge thank you - I always appreciate your help, bb! Any typos or grammar errors from the final edit are mine alone.
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Winding his arms around my waist, Jasper kissed my lips, telling me, "I'm so glad you're here."
Sighing contentedly, I smiled back at him and whispered, "Me too, Jasper," before snuggling closer into him.
I couldn't wait to find out what else he had in store for us.
~O~
The next morning, I woke up to Jasper's arm thrown across my chest and his nose nuzzled into my neck. Turning my head to the side, I placed a light kiss on top of his messy curls before trying to unravel our tangled limbs. As much as I didn't want to leave the warm comfort of his bed, there was an important issue to address with my bladder. Jasper groaned, squeezing his arm around me tightly, trying to hold me in place. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, sleepily.
"Bathroom, babe," I responded. "I'll be right back." Grunting in protest, he pulled his arm back, releasing me from his grasp. I stood up with a long stretch, my body deliciously sore from last night's activities, before padding to the bathroom to relieve myself. After washing my hands, I quickly brushed my teeth as well, and then hurried back to Jasper's bed, jumping under the covers.
"What time is it?" he asked, half yawning the question.
I tucked myself into his side and answered, "Around eight. What's the plan for today?"
Jasper furrowed his brow. "Wait a second. Did you brush your teeth?"
"Yeah, why?" I responded, leaning forward to kiss him.
"Mmm-mmm," he protested, lips pressed tightly together as he turned his head away. "No way. Not until I brush mine, too."
I laughed as he shuffled out from under the covers, still naked, and made his way into the bathroom. When he returned a few minutes later, I let out a low whistle. "Nice view," I commented.
"Oh, I'll show you a nice view," he said, climbing on top of me and grinding his hips into mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling his upper body flush against mine.
"How about a good morning kiss, first?" I asked.
"When you ask so nicely, how could I refuse?" he responded, softly pressing his lips to my own. Enjoying the pleasant feel of his weight on me, I scratched my fingers up and down his back, and felt a shiver run down his spine. Parting my lips with his, Jasper snaked his tongue into my mouth, languidly caressing mine, and I began to grow hard at his soft seduction.
Breaking our kiss, I panted, "How much time do we have?"
"Plenty," he said, starting to kiss his way down my chest. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth to hold in the moan already growing in my throat and closed my eyes, focusing on the attention from his mouth. It felt so fucking good to be with him again in the flesh, and there was just something about the morning that made my entire body feel more sensitive.
Jasper shifted his weight to the side, landing beside me on his hip as he continued plying my skin with kisses and licks. I felt, rather than saw, him smile against my skin as his strong hand trailed down the side of my body to splay across my stomach.
His tongue peeked out of his mouth and he slowly dragged it down my stomach until reaching the base of my cock. Gently guiding my legs apart, he rearranged himself in between, flicking his tongue down farther, to the sensitive skin of my perineum, causing a moan to escape my lips. Finally, he wrapped his lips around the head of my dick, first swirling his tongue around the tip, and then bobbing up and down my shaft. Alternating between the two movements, he let the pleasure slowly build in my body before taking me deeper into his mouth and sucking harder.
Pulling back, he took a moment to run his lips and tongue along the sides of my length before wrapping his hand around me and slowly stroking. Taking the head back between his lips, he began rubbing the tip against the ridged roof of his mouth. My muscles tightened instinctively, and I couldn't help but cry out, burying my hands in his hair when he started flicking his tongue against my frenulum at the same time.
"Oh, God, you're gonna make me come, Jasper!"
He started softly petting the skin of my perineum with two fingers and I could feel my orgasm building inside of me, the sweet coil of tension ready to burst. Jasper forcefully pushed those two fingers harder into my skin, sending a spark of pleasure deep inside of my body, and I couldn't hold it off any longer. Letting out a loud, "Fuck!" I came hard, pulsing into Jasper's warm mouth as my body twitched and shuddered in relief.
He continued licking my oversensitive cock until I pulled on his arm, wordlessly asking him to stop. "Fuck," I groaned, my voice hoarse. Jasper snuggled into my side and pressed a chaste kiss to my lips.
"How was that?" he asked, with a hint of a smile on his lips.
"So good," I responded against his lips, running my fingers up and down his back. Deepening the kiss, I pulled him even closer. Jasper threw his leg over mine and I felt him unconsciously start rutting against my thigh. Murmuring, "Your turn," into his mouth, I guided him on top of me. I whispered for him to sit up and then pulled on his thighs to encourage him to move up my body, straddling my face.
Jasper grasped at the headboard and I started low, licking and sucking his balls. After giving them some attention, I shuffled higher onto the pillow and began running my lips along his shaft. Finally, I took the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.
Looking up the hard planes of his body, I found Jasper's eyes watching me intensely and decided to give him a little show. I moaned, closing my eyes, and started twisting my head back and forth, dragging the flat of my tongue over his frenulum with my motion.
"Fuck yeah, baby," he groaned. "That feels good."
Reaching my arms between his thighs, I grabbed his ass cheeks, squeezing while I pulled him toward me, encouraging him to start thrusting. I began to run my hands all over his soft, smooth skin as he gently fucked my mouth. When I reached his nipples, I gave them a light pinch, eliciting a loud moan from Jasper's lips. His hips sped up, and I tried to keep up with his movements, flicking my tongue along the underside of his length and sucking in my cheeks to create more pressure for him. The sight of his body towering over me, curls falling in his face, and mouth dropping open was a beautiful distraction and I was mesmerized as he threw his head back in pleasure. With a loud cry, Jasper swelled and exploded into my mouth, and I greedily drank down his hot cum.
Crawling off me, Jasper snuggled into my side fully sated as we leisurely kissed for the next half hour before finally dragging ourselves into the shower. Having taken our time getting out of bed, we had to be quick, but I still enjoyed the feel of his wet body pressed against mine.
As we got dressed, Jasper told me that we would be meeting his friend Emmett for brunch, along with Emmett's girlfriend, Rosalie. "I promise, Emmett's just a big 'ole teddy bear," he explained when I asked him to describe them. "Rosie on the other hand... well I'd say she's more of an angry black mama bear." I raised my eyebrows at him and he laughed. "Don't worry, they're both gonna love you."
~O~
It took us about half an hour to reach the restaurant in Santa Monica. Even though it was a bit on the chilly side, the sun was still shining and it was a beautiful winter day. Jasper and I had arrived before his friends, so we took a seat and ordered mimosas to start the afternoon off right. As soon as the waiter dropped them off at the table, Jasper leaned over and said, "There they are," waiving his hand in the air.
They were certainly a good-looking couple. The guy was big, like football player big, with closely cropped dark hair and a warm smile. The girl was simply stunning, with long blonde locks and creamy white skin. As they made their way over to the table, I stood up for the introductions. "Emmett, Rosalie, I'd like you guys to meet Edward. Edward, these are my close friends, Emmett and Rose."
Emmett stuck his hand out first, saying, "So you're the Edward we've heard so much about," as we shook, waggling his brows.
Jasper let out a sigh. "I know this is going to be difficult for you, Em, but please try not to embarrass me."
Emmett opened his eyes wide, with a look of mock hurt, and replied, "I can't believe you would say that to me, Jas. I thought we were friends."
Rose quickly jumped in, "Oh, please, Emmett, no one believes that wounded victim act of yours. And sorry Jasper, but that's what you get for inviting us to hang out." Then she turned her attention to me. "Contrary to what Jasper would have you believe, we actually have heard a lot about you—"
"I can't believe you're both selling me out like this!"
Ignoring him, she continued, "So I'm looking forward to getting to know you today.
"Me too," I responded, "It's so nice to finally meet some of Jasper's friends."
The waiter came over and took their drink orders while we perused the menu. When he returned with two more mimosas, I heard Emmett mutter, "Shit," under his breath.
"Oh my God, Em, really? You've been here a million times." Jasper stated. I looked at him, confused.
"Yes, really," Emmett responded, with a huff.
"He does this all the time, Edward," Jasper explained. "First, Emmett is going to request to order last, so he can judge what each of us orders and whether it sounds better than what he's thinking about getting. Then, he's going to ask the waiter his opinion on five different potential meals. Finally, he's just going to get the same thing he always gets, because ultimately, he's a creature of habit."
"Wow," I said, chuckling, "I never would have pegged you as the Sally of your relationship."
With a smile, Emmett started to open his mouth, but was quickly shut down by Rosalie. "Don't even think about it, buddy."
"But, Rosie—"
"No way."
Again, I looked at Jasper to explain. "Let's just say, it wouldn't be the first time he's re-created the orgasm scene from When Harry Met Sally."
I shook my head in horror. "Oh, God, no."
"Yup."
"What, dude? Rose can tell you, my o-face is epic. Right, babe?"
Rose put her hand up in protest. "First of all, not really. Second, I haven't even had a mimosa yet and am nowhere near intoxicated enough to handle that. Third, I'm pretty sure you have just traumatized Edward, here." She turned toward me. "Sorry." A small smile cracked her face and I could sense she appreciated that I could handle her boyfriend's boisterous personality.
The waiter placed their drinks on the table and the ordering sequence happened exactly as Jasper had said, with Rose rolling her eyes and Jasper snickering when Emmett asked the waiter to rate the spiciness of the sausage breakfast sandwich on a scale from Jennifer Aniston to Jennifer Lopez. Emmett quickly shut his mouth when the waiter responded, "I'd say it's more Ricky Martin." I couldn't help but smile the whole time.
Once the waiter left, Jasper stated for everyone to behave before sneaking off to the restroom. I had a feeling that would be unlikely as Emmett leaned back into his chair while Jasper walked away, folding his arms behind his head. "So, Eddie… I can call you Eddie, right?"
"Actually, I prefer Edward."
"Fine," he responded, with a slight pout on his face. "What exactly are your intentions with our little Jazzy?"
"Wow, you don't beat around the bush, do you?"
"Nope, I prefer to beat right in the bush. Get it?" Emmett cracked up at his joke. "Ya get it?"
"You're such a fucking child, Emmett," Rosalie intervened, somehow managing to give him a look that was both icy and fond at the same time. Then she turned toward me. "What Emmett's trying to say is that Jasper is very important to both of us. He's a sweet kid, and has dealt with more shit than anyone his age should have to." Her protective nature was clearly coming out and the fact that she cared about him so much made me like her even more. "He likes you and it looks like you like him, too." I nodded. "But the bottom line is, if you hurt him, I'll rip your balls off. Got it?"
Automatically, I crossed my legs under the table. "Uh, yeah, sure."
Just then Jasper showed back up at the table. "Did I miss anything?" he asked.
"Nope, Rosie was just threatening Edward with castration. You know, the usual."
"Rose!" he chastised. She just shrugged her shoulders.
As soon as he sat down, I had to ask about Emmett's nickname for him. "So, Jazzy?" I questioned.
"Emmett," Jasper groaned, taking a large sip of his drink.
"Oh, this is a good one," he started. "Jasper and I first met in college. We had both signed up for intramural basketball and happened to be on the same team. Now, I don't know if you have ever played sports with Jasper..."
I shook my head no.
"Let's just say he gets a little enthusiastic."
"That sounds like something I need to see," I responded, laughing.
Jasper smiled. "Naw, I've mellowed out a little in my old age. This was back when we were freshmen."
"Pfft! Whatever, Jasper. Just a word of warning, Edward, he totally cheats, so you have to watch him like a hawk.
"Oh, my God! That was one time, and we were playing a drinking game!" He looked at me, eyes open wide and innocent. "I do not cheat."
"Anyway," Emmett interrupted, "we were about half way through the season, and had been doing pretty well, if I do say so myself."
"Hell, yeah!" Jasper yelled, holding his hand up for a high five from Emmett, who slapped it from across the table.
"Toward the end of this one game, Jasper was charged with a personal foul for blocking—"
"Completely undeserved."
"That's still up for debate. So Jasper gets all up in the ref's face, yelling about how he needs to get his eyes checked because he's clearly seeing things if he thought Jasper was blocking."
Jasper looked pointedly at me. "It totally was not blocking."
"The ref threatened to kick Jasper out of the game if he didn't back off and Jasper..." Emmett couldn't hold in his laughter and struggled to get the last of the story out. "Jasper started waiving his hands in the air, shaking them back and forth while he danced around in a circle singing about how scared he was—"
"I may have been a little caught up in the moment—"
"When the guy he was supposedly blocking said, 'What the fuck is that? Maybe you need to join the intramural dance team with those moves, Jazz Hands.'" Emmett howled his laughter. "I'd never seen Jasper so pissed, but I couldn't help busting up laughing. After a second, everyone else joined in, including 'ole Jazz Hands here. Some form of that has been his nickname ever since. Other than Jazz Hands there's Jazzy, Jazzercise, DJ Jazzy Jazz— "
"Ha fuckin' ha. Don't get any ideas, Edward."
I couldn't help but join in on the fun. "Aw, poor baby. Don't worry, I've liked all your moves so far. Even the dorky ones."
"Thank you! I mean, wait, what?"
~O~
Once we finished with lunch and said goodbye to Emmett and Rose, Jasper and I spent the rest of the afternoon on Third Street Promenade, a pedestrian only street in Santa Monica. We held hands as we walked up and down the street, stopping to watch the street performers occasionally, and popping in and out of stores.
Somehow he managed to talk me into buying a vest, much like the one I had admired on him in Vegas. I felt a little silly, but Jasper assured me that it was cool. Luckily, I made it out of the store without the felt fedora he was pushing. I could only try to pull off so much hipster at once.
"You might be right about the hat," he reflected as we walked back to the car.
"What makes you say that?" I asked.
"Well, it would be a shame to cover up your hair." He leaned in closely, whispering in my ear, "Especially once I get my hands in it, so everyone at the club will know how well you got fucked before we showed up."
My face heated up and I quickly looked around to make sure no one else heard him. "Jasper!"
"Hm, you're right. Maybe you should fuck me tonight before we go instead."
I stopped walking and pulled him into me. "You are incorrigible," I groaned, pressing my face into his neck.
"That may be, but you love it," he responded, guiding his lips to mine. "Now let's hurry up and get home."
With a shiver running up my spine, I hummed in agreement.
When we got back to his place, our plans were delayed as I was finally introduced to his roommate, Jared. He was nice, and cute too, but had nothing on Jasper. We only spoke for a moment before Jasper was dragging me into his room, stating that we were going to nap before getting ready.
I could tell that Jared was not exactly convinced when he called after us to please keep the music up, although we did finally get to our nap about an hour later.
Once we woke, Jasper and I showered again and got dressed. Jasper looked unbelievably sexy, wearing a pair of low-slung jeans, tucked into black combat boots. His hair was still damp and eyes shone bright blue as he stepped up behind me while I tried to tame my mop of hair.
"The guys will be here in about half an hour. Can I get you a drink while you perfect each strategically placed messy peak of hair on your head?" he teased.
"Hey! Just for that, I'll take a whiskey on the rocks. And don't think I didn't see you sneaking mousse into those curls. Natural, my ass."
He turned me to face him, wrapping his arms around my neck and placing a kiss against my lips before whispering into my ear. "Now you know all my secrets. I don't know if I can let you leave here alive."
"I promise, I won't say a word, although I can think of worse ways to be imprisoned. You'd still feed me and fuck me, right?"
Jasper smacked my ass in response, and growled in my ear, "God damn right I would."
~O~
I had been a little nervous to meet Jasper's friends, as I assumed they'd all be much younger than me, but they turned out to be a great group of guys. Marcus, Jared's boyfriend, was actually a little older as well and worked as a medical devices rep. We found ourselves caught up in discussing a new stint technology his company had developed, until Jared threw himself across Marcus's lap dramatically.
"Please," he pleaded, "no more talk about work."
"Whoops, sorry to talk your ear off, Edward," he smiled sheepishly.
"Oh, no," I responded, "I was the one asking all the questions. I didn't mean to keep you from Jared."
Jared smiled at his boyfriend, looking for attention.
"Who?" Marcus asked, pretending to look around the room.
"Hey!" yelled Jared, mock offended. "You'd better watch it, buddy, or you'll be sucking your own dick tonight!"
Marcus looked up at me and shrugged. "I'm flexible," he gave as an explanation.
At that moment, Jasper walked up behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Y'all doin' okay over here?" he asked.
I cleared my throat. "Yes," I answered, turning my face up toward Jasper. "I was just learning about how flexible Marcus is."
Jasper quirked his eyebrow in question as Marcus explained. "Yeah, it's all that yoga J makes me do. Isn't that right?"
"Sure is, baby." Jared had started to climb into Marcus's lap when Jasper interrupted.
"Hold on there, buddy! We'll never get out of here if you keep that shit up. Everyone, finish up your drinks and let's go!" He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I can't wait to get you out on the dance floor."
As we all headed out the door for the short walk up to West Hollywood, another one of the guys, Stefan, asked, "Hey, Jasper? Where's Riley?"
"He's going to meet us there. You know him, always has to be fashionably late."
Jasper closed the door behind him and I asked, "Riley?"
He looked a little uncomfortable as he answered. "Yeah, he's a, uh, friend from the biz."
Oh.
I'm sure that Jasper immediately understood where my mind went and quickly continued, "We've never worked together, or hooked up. I hope it doesn't make you uncomfortable?"
To be honest, I wasn't sure if I'd meet any of Jasper's co-workers, and naturally I was curious about them. "No, it's fine Jasper."
Jasper visibly relaxed, taking my hand in his and guiding me forward. "Come on, Edward," he said with a smile, "Trunks waits for no man!"
~O~
"I can't believe this place is really called Trunks."
"Believe it, Edward." Jasper let his voice drop low, as if we were sharing a secret. "You're lucky I was able to talk the guys out of going to Rage." He pointed to the club next door, where there were go-go dancers on top of tables in the outside patio. The poor guys must have been freezing their tight little butts off. He clarified, "Total meat market. And I don't want anyone else thinking they can put their hands on your meat," punctuating his statement with a slap on my ass cheek.
Once inside, we were lucky enough to snag a table and ordered a round of shots to go along with some drinks. I had barely gotten through my beer before Jasper grabbed my hand and started pulling me onto the dance floor. Finding a spot on the edge, Jasper placed his hands on my hips and began swaying back and forth. Stepping closer, I wrapped my arms around his neck, slotting my thigh between his legs.
"Oh, it's going to be that kind of party?" he asked, grabbing my ass and pulling me into him hard, grinding his cock into my hip.
"I hope so," I whispered back into his ear, "I've certainly enjoyed your trunk so far."
With a smile, he snaked his arms around my waist, pushing his fingers under the hem of my shirt and running his fingers up and down my back. I pushed my fingers into the soft curls at the nape of nape of his neck, scratching lightly as we moved.
Eventually, our shirts came off and were stuffed into our back pockets. Jasper spun around in front of me and leaned back, his sticky skin pressing against my chest, damp hair tickling my shoulder as he lolled his head back. I couldn't help but start kissing and licking at his neck as my hands explored his chest and abs.
Our bodies fit together perfectly, his delectable ass teasing me as it continuously brushed over my erection. I moved my hands farther down his body, to his thighs, pressing my thumbs in to barely graze his own hardness. Jasper brought his arm over his head to drape around my neck, stretching his torso long as he groaned into my ear.
"You're playing with fire, Mr. Cullen."
"Am I?" I responded. I tried to keep my voice in control, but I was sure it betrayed how turned on I was. It felt like we were in our own private little bubble, even though the dance floor was starting to get packed.
"Mmm hmm. If you're not careful, I'm gonna have to drag you into the corner and start doing some really inappropriate things to you."
"Is that a promise?" I asked, punctuating the statement by pressing my hard cock against the crack of jeans covered ass. "Because whatever you're thinking is probably more appropriate than me fucking your sweet ass right here on the dance floor." I continued thrusting against him as I spoke, blatantly reaching down and grabbing his cock. His body shuddered against me. "Is this what you want, Jasper," I asked, rubbing my palm against his length.
I must've been a little more buzzed than I thought, because normally I wasn't much of an exhibitionist.
"Yes," he panted. "God, Edward—"
A loud whistle interrupted us, followed by choruses of catcalling. Jasper turned around in my arms and tucked his face into my neck. "Maybe we should take a little break," he suggested.
"Maybe we should," I agreed. "I could use a drink to cool off a little. You almost made me come on the dance floor, sexy boy."
Walking in front of me, Jasper wiggled his hips a little. "I told you I had moves!"
"Yeah, well I want to see those moves again later, in the privacy of your bedroom."
Jasper stopped and pulled me into a kiss before responding, "You got it, babe. Just try to behave for a few more hours." I groaned as Jasper led the way back to his friends.
When we returned to the table, another guy was sitting with them that hadn't been there when we left. Obviously a twink, he was thin, with light brown hair falling across his forehead, framing large brown eyes. As he caught sight of me walking up to the table with Jasper, his full lips turned down into a slight pout.
This had to be Riley.
Jasper greeted him first. "Hey, Ri! How's it going? I'd like you to meet Edward."
From the way he looked at me, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, I could immediately tell that he had a thing for Jasper. "Oh," he started, sounding bored, "so you're the boyfriend we've heard so much about."
I felt Jasper stiffen beside me at his choice of words, but quickly responded. Riley needed to know that Jasper was mine and that he should back off. "Yeah. Nice to meet you," I said, holding out my right hand to shake his while wrapping my left around Jasper's shoulders. Turning back to Jasper, I asked him if he wanted something from the bar.
"A beer would be great," he said, before placing a light kiss on my lips. Taking advantage of his closed eyes, I pressed forward, deepening the kiss for just a moment before pulling back, leaving Jasper panting for breath. Turning back to the table, I saw that Riley had narrowed his eyes slightly at my display of possessiveness.
"Anyone else need anything?"
Of course, Riley piped up. "A cosmo would be great," he said, his smirk firmly back in place as he pulled Jasper into the booth, practically into his lap.
I didn't trust him for a second.
The rest of the night turned into the Riley show, with him as the center of attention, groping every available body part within a five-foot radius. Luckily, Jasper was ready to get back on the dance floor when we finished our beers, and I had him all to myself again.
It wasn't much longer before our sexual tension had tipped the scales again, but this time, instead of taking some time to cool off, I pulled Jasper into me, squeezing his ass hard. "I want you so fucking bad right now," I whispered into his ear.
"Yes," he moaned, "take me home and fuck me." I grabbed his hand and pulled him off the dance floor. We stopped by the table quickly and grabbed our clothes, discarded there earlier, before quickly making an exit. Luckily, Riley was nowhere to be found because I was sure he would have tried to interrupt and keep us there.
The short walk back to Jasper's apartment took twice as long as it should have, since we stopped to make out on nearly every corner. Finally, we reached his place, pulling off our clothes as we stumbled into his bedroom.
This time I needed to claim him. The jealousy that I felt in the club had spread through my veins, igniting a fire under my skin. "Get on the bed," I instructed, my voice low and almost dangerous sounding. "On your stomach." I straddled his legs, slowly dipping my fingers between his ass cheeks, pressing against his hot hole. "Lube?" I asked.
He pointed to the nightstand. "Top drawer," he said, "condoms, too." I briefly stopped to pull out the supplies, and then went back to my teasing for a few minutes before finally spreading some lube on my fingers and breaching his tight muscle, first with one, then two fingers. "Yesss," he groaned, shifting his hips up to try and get my fingers in deeper.
"Fuck, you look so hot, lying there, desperate for my cock." I pushed my hard length along his ass and began thrusting slowly, letting the tip of my cock brush along his hole. "You want it?" I asked him." You want my cock?"
He turned his face to the side and shifted his hips into the air. "Yeah, baby, I want it so bad."
I sheathed myself with the condom and slowly pressed all the way into his tight heat. With a deep breath, I laid my chest flush to his back, our bodies pressing together from cheek to shoulder to hip to thigh. As soon as I felt him press his hips back into me, letting me know he was ready, I reached under his armpits, grasping his shoulders for leverage and began to thrust slowly, but deeply. Jasper lifted his head, seeking out my lips with his own, and our tongues tangled passionately.
There was something unbelievably intimate about feeling so much of Jasper's skin against mine while we fucked. He reached his hands up and place them over mine, intertwining our fingers on his shoulders. Breaking our kiss, he let his head fall back onto the bed. "So good, baby," he said.
After our night filled with so much teasing, I knew that I wasn't going to last long. I could already feel the tingling of my orgasm beginning low in my belly. Spreading my knees so they fell outside of his thighs, I was able to get more leverage on him and started thrusting harder and faster, tucking my cheek against the nape of his neck.
Jasper was still lying flat on the bed, but had begun angling his ass up to meet each of my thrusts. His breath was coming in choked off pants, and I hoped that he was close, too.
The warm tingling began to work its way up my cock and my whole body tensed. I reached for Jasper's hips to pull him up and give me room to stroke him, but he slapped my hand away. "Just fuck me, baby, I'm so close."
"Oh, God," I panted, thrusting into him harder and faster.
"Just like that, just like that, just like…" he repeated, squeezing my hands hard as I felt his tunnel squeeze my cock impossibly tighter.
"Oh fuck, Jasper!" I cried out as my body exploded, my muscles tight as I twitched erratically. He continued squirming underneath me, drawing my orgasm out even longer.
Still pressed against Jasper's body, I began to ply his neck with kisses. Underneath me, he groaned as I slipped out of his body and rolled off to the side. "Wow," he giggled, as I brushed his hair from his face.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"I've never come hands free before like that."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Thank you."
"Hmm, I think I should be thanking you." Jasper moved onto his side and I saw the cum stain on his bedspread. "Fuck, that's so hot Jasper."
He stretched his arms above his head with a yawn. "What do you say we hop in the shower before falling asleep?"
"Sounds good."
Later, when we were snuggled under the covers, and the comfortable, sated feeling filling my chest had yet to abate, Jasper leaned over and said, in a quiet voice, "Hey, I hope that you didn't think Riley was too annoying. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's over the top, but it's usually not quite that bad."
"Don't worry about it, Jasper. I had a great time tonight. I really liked your friends, although I liked coming home with you even more."
I placed a kiss on the top of his head, and Jasper turned his face to look at me. "I hope that what Riley said didn't bother you. I'm sorry if it did."
I knew exactly what he was referring to, and turning to look into his beautiful eyes replied, "I'm not sorry."
The corners of his lips quirked up into a smile. "What do you mean?"
My chest filled with warmth, but I took a deep breath before continuing, "Jasper, I'm not dating anyone else—"
"Neither am I," he whispered, hurriedly.
I smiled. "Okay, good. So what do you say?" I asked. "Boyfriends?"
Jasper pulled my face to his with a moan, claiming my lips. "Yes, absolutely," he responded, between kisses. "Boyfriends," he said, his face lighting up with a smile, before rolling on top of me and deepening our kiss.
~O~
I felt as if I could stay in our bubble forever, but the next day passed quickly. We had elected to keep to ourselves, reveling in our newly established relationship status and only left Jasper's place to eat. The following day, we stayed in bed as long as possible before I had to start packing up my stuff. Keeping our hands clasped together the entire way to the airport, we chatted away, but our happiness was tinged with the heavy feeling of our impending separation.
As I grabbed my bag from the backseat, Jasper hopped out and rounded the trunk to me. Pulling me into a tight hug, he whispered, "Have a good flight, okay?" I nodded in response. He pressed his lips against mine softly, but I couldn't help deepening the kiss, not caring who might be watching, or what they thought. This was the last time I would feel him for a few weeks, at least. As we were kissing, I felt him push his fingers into my back jeans pocket, leaving something behind. Breaking the kiss, I quirked my eyebrows in a silent question. "No looking until you get to the bar," he said
"Okay, but if I get arrested by airport police, I'm calling you to bail me out." We both laughed and he promised me I'd be safe. I pulled him into one last hug, inhaling a deep breath of his scent to keep with me.
I kept my word, somehow managing to wait until I sat at the bar to reach into my back pocket, pulling out what looked like a note and a ten-dollar bill.
So I can buy you your last drink in LA. I miss you already, babe.
XOXO
J
My chest flooded with warmth at his gesture. Quickly, I ordered a whiskey from the bartender and snapped a picture of me taking a sip with my cell, sending it to Jasper with a message.
I miss you too, boyfriend, and thanks for the drink! Guess I'll have to make do with Johnnie until I see you again :(
Will call when I get in.
XOXO
E
As I stepped onto the plane, my phone buzzed in response and I quickly checked the message before I could be chastised by the flight attendants.
You tell that Johnnie to keep his hands off my boyfriend or there'll be trouble
Laughing, I turned off my phone and settled into my seat with a sigh. After spending so much time with Jasper, it was going to be a lonely night at home by myself.
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