Thanks go again to my wonderful beta harritwifan for helping to make this and every chapter happen.

The song for this chapter is Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything Twilight. This story contains boy/boy lovin' of all sorts so please do not read if you don't like that sort-of thing. And you must be 18!

Ch. 10 – Here In Your Perfect Eyes

Jpov

"Yes…" Yes, baby… want this… need you so badly.

But I must be sure that he is sure.

He moans as he continues to attempt to slip me inside. "Oh fuck, Jas. Yes…"

I've never felt anything so incredible…

But wait…I have to ask. "Baby… wait… are you sure… absolutely sure?" I don't want him to ever regret anything between us and this is some serious shit.

"I'm sure. Please. Need you inside, now…" he begs. But I can't just yet… his body is not ready to fully receive me.

As difficult as it is, I pull my hands from his where they are still entwined beside us. Grasping his hips, I attempt to halt his delicious movement. With a groan, he stops the grinding of his ass beneath me. My dick remains just barely embraced by his welcoming heat. And I can't fucking think straight from the exquisite pressure, the intense sensation of his entrance around the end of my cock. Lube… we need lube, and lots of it. But not until I make certain that his request isn't just a lust induced whim.

He continues desperately, "It's okay, love. This is right… this is right for us. I was tested just a couple of months ago…to be sure I'd be safe, before starting my life with you. And I know you've been tested recently. How many times, Jas?"

He knows me so well. "Twice since you've been gone."

He shifts beneath me so that I'm still lying on his back yet partially off to the side. I groan at the loss of connection, the loss of his tight hole squeezing the head of my cock. Smiling so sweetly, he kisses me just right. He knows. He feels it, too.

"That's my Jas… always so anal about being tested…" he snickers. Is he actually snickering? As I lie here panting, rallying every ounce of self-control, trying not to enter him right the fuck now? But I can't even be upset with him. He's just too damned adorable… and happy. Happy here with me. Happy and asking me to make love to him as intimately as possible. Fuck, I don't know what swells more; my heart in my chest that beats so rapidly just for him or my throbbing cock that now brushes his thigh.

He murmurs between kisses, "It's okay, love. I want this with you. Only ever you, Jas," soft lips caressing, tongue barely touching mine.

"Only you," I whimper. He reaches back between our bodies to grasp my length, urging it toward where we both so badly need it to be. All the while shimmying back beneath me.

"Edward. I love you so much. But your body isn't ready for me, baby... and I fear that I'll cum as soon as I'm inside you."

"Mmmnnn... That sounds so fucking good, Jas. I can't wait until you cum inside me. But if it makes you feel better I'll get you off first… before we make love. That way you can keep your beautiful cock inside my ass, naked inside me for long as possible… until you can't hold off any longer, until you cum again, until you pump my full..."

"Oh fuck, Edward, yes!" The fucking mouth on my boy just gets dirtier and dirtier. Better and better.

He slides down and out from under me, rolling us on our sides to face each other, taking my cock in his scorching mouth before I even know what's hit me. And again I'm astonished at how good he is at this already. He sucks me almost all the way in, swirling his tongue, moaning as he does. I look down at him with my cock in his mouth. Fucking hottest thing I've ever seen.

Gently fisting his hair, I guide him to bob up and down. "You look so good with your pretty lips wrapped around my cock." My words spur him on. His moans drown out my own as he grasps my thighs to the point of pain. The sweetest pain I've ever felt.

What will make me cum first? The feel of his moist suction enticing such sweet sensations through me? The sight of him making love to my cock with his mouth? Or the fevered sounds that escape him? Giving me head does this to him. And that thought almost causes my orgasm to begin. I feel the delicious burn in my balls grow to a maddening degree. But he changes technique, wrapping his hand around my length, pumping up and down so smoothly. Slick with his saliva, his hand silkily glides with sweet pressure, and all the while he's flicking his tongue along my tip.

Somehow I manage coherent words, words that convey my desire to suck him as he sucks me, together. "God, Edward… so close. So good. You're gonna make me cum. Want to taste you. Come here so that I can taste you, too… at the same time… need you." He understands and positions himself so that his cock is right in front of my face. So beautiful. Another fantasy I've had of him about to become reality. Fuck.

I reach for him, placing my tongue at the thick base of his cock, licking my way up like it's a lollipop - the most delicious I've ever tasted. When I reach the head, his rich flavor assaults my senses. So, so much pre-cum has gathered there. It's delicious and he's whimpering beneath my ministrations; my sucking and licking and kissing and fondling.

"Yes, love… shit, so good." I find his gaze on me, mesmerized as he watches me. And then he takes my aching length in his mouth once more, mimicking what I've been doing to him. His sucking and licking and kissing and fondling feel so fucking good. We lay here together, tasting each other.

Allowing the saliva to pool in my mouth and dribble down his cock as I suck, I slicken two fingers and slip them between his legs to find his puckered hole. He spreads his legs for me, thrusting against my fingers, moaning around my cock so loud and needy. He is still loosened up from my tongue moments ago, allowing my fingers to slip inside his ass so easily as I penetrate him with slow deliberate strokes in rhythm with my mouth sucking up and down on his cock. But before long I can no longer concentrate, can no longer reciprocate his oral attentions. I lay back and give in to the many sensations and emotions that overwhelm me. My fingers remain inside his ass, gently massaging his swollen prostate, causing him to thrust against me, moaning around my cock so snug in his wet mouth.

I can feel my body tense with my imminent release. I can taste my boy on my tongue as I painfully bite at my lip. I can hear myself moaning his name loudly, unable to reign my passion in. With one last burst of strength, I lift myself up on my elbows to watch what I know will happen very soon, and I warn him of my cum that is sure to fill his mouth.

"Edward! Fuck! Cumming!"

My pulsating cock erupts into his awaiting mouth, splashing his lips and hand as he strokes me through my spasms. His other hand presses firmly on my stomach as if he knows that he needs to ground me to the bed, to him, as I writhe beneath him through the magnificent shock waves that travel through my body. So intense at my groin, they descend through every nerve to finally end as light whispers in my fingers and toes. I collapse back onto the bed, spent, so sensitive as he licks me clean. Once he seems content that he has savored every drop, he begins placing light kisses on my inner thighs.

As my breathing returns to normal, I open my eyes to his very reddened, swollen cock just inches away, it's head now a beautiful reddish-purple tint. As I lick the tip clean and suck it in my mouth, I resume thrusting my fingers inside him, preparing his hole for me. Edward whimpers and pushes into my mouth. I think he might cum, but he pulls away, rolling on his back instead.

"Fuck, Jas. I don't want to cum until you're deep inside me. Please make love to me… now, love. I need you…"

No more reassurances need to be made. It is just him and me from here on out and therefore it shall be when we make love. Especially then.

I help him to situate beneath me, in my arms at first as we gaze into each other's eyes. My mouth finds his, and choked up as I am, our moment overwhelms me. Tongues massaging slowly, I feel myself trembling at the emotions that swirl between us, telling of the commitment my love has asked to make with me tonight. With me forever. I cannot contain the tears that fall from my eyes, trickling down my cheeks, falling across his. Such happy tears. It feels so damn good.

He wipes them away as our kiss deepens, quickly becoming that of raw desire and need. Breathless, I pull away just enough to murmur into his gasping mouth, "Edward, I've never done this before…"

"I know, my love. Thank you for saving this for me… for each other… only ever each other."

Resting my forehead to his I reach for the lube, never taking my eyes from the wonderment and anticipation that radiates from his green. Once he is slick and ready for me I lube myself, amazed at how hard my cock already is and that I'm readying myself bare to make love to Edward. My dick pulses in my hand in anticipation and I'm afraid that once I'm buried within his body, literally flesh to flesh for the first time with Edward, with anyone, I won't be able to control my body's reactions. Hopefully the fact that I just came moments ago will help, but I'm so fucking hard and aching. I just don't know how long I will last.

Nuzzling my boy's neck, I position just right between his legs, laying open mouthed kisses along his deliciously scruffy jaw. Looking into his eyes, I rub my slickened cock against his. He whimpers beneath me, tearing his eyes from mine to look down at where our cocks grind together. As I join his gaze, I gasp at the erotic sight of us. His engorged cock is leaking and looks almost painful. I take it in my hand, stroking it to try to ease his discomfort, but he grabs my hand away as his mouth finds mine.

Open, hot, wet we kiss so fucking slowly, our tongues attempting to express the depth of our feelings. With heavy breaths. he pulls away just enough to moan into my mouth, "Please… Jasper… need you inside me now… so badly…" He spreads his legs, pulling them up around me as he begs. Fuck.

Resting my forehead on his shoulder, looking down his beautiful body again, I take my erection in hand and rub it along his hole before easing myself inside. The pleasure of his body's hot, tight embrace on my naked cock assaults me. I have to stop halfway in, grasping him to me, trying to control the ragged breaths that seem to rip from my chest against my will. Lovingly he rubs up and down my back, soothing me with his lust filled voice, "Shhhhhh love. It's okay. You feel so good, Jas… so fucking good. Just take your time."

Finally I'm able to continue my descent, reveling in the feel of him so raw around me, permeating my flesh, and so intense compared to anything I've felt before. And then I'm there, all the way inside of him and trembling in his arms, as he trembles in mine.

"Jasper, love, so good… fuck," his whimpering continues, muted into my open mouth as we kiss. I begin to move. And all I can do is groan against his tongue as I plunge in and out of his ass, so overcome by the feel of his body around my cock, beneath me, surrounding me within his strong arms. He is everywhere. He is everything.

He becomes desperate beneath me, grasping at my back with frantic fingers as he falls apart. From our joining, our union, our connection. From the feel of my cock stroking his insides just right. From the head of my cock hitting his gland with each thrust. I have yet to take his straining erection in hand, as neither of us can reach due to the hold we have on each other. Yet the friction our stomachs supply as he moves between us must be enough, because his whining reaches a fevered pitch and I can just make out his fervored words, "Love… you… cumming!" His cock pulses between us, spraying us with his warm fluids as he holds me impossibly closer. I continue to move inside him, feeling his ass spasm around me, coaxing my own orgasm with such sweet waves of tightened heat. Yet, I hold off, not ready to give in, not ready to give up the amazing sensations that burn through me.

He finally collapses beneath me, still moaning and trying to catch his breath. My cock aches so deliciously, yet I halt my movement and still inside him to pepper light kisses across his face and neck. He begins returning my kisses, whispering words of love and gratitude for making him feel so good, so special.

"No, baby… Edward. Thank you for everything, for so many things I never expected, could have never even imagined."

"You still haven't cum…keep going, please," is his reply.

Our lips again meet in gentle caresses. I take his bottom lip between my teeth, barely nibbling, eliciting such sweet moans from my boy's throat, and such a maddening grind from his ass. But the mood has slightly shifted as a calm settles over us. The previous frenzy of our lovemaking has become more tender and relaxed as I slowly pull almost all the way out from inside his snug entrance, the head of my cock just barely hugged by his ring of muscles. As I slide back in, a throaty groan rumbles from deep within my chest and my mouth begins telling of all the thoughts that flash within my mind. "Fuck… Edward… so tight, baby. You're so fucking tight… warm… beautiful. Love you. So much. So good. Fuck, Edward… so much… so good…"

He returns my gaze, blanketing me in his love and adoration. In awe, he watches me move above him, within him, taking him, claiming him, loving him back with every fiber of my being.

Pushing his legs up and hooking them in front of my arms, I urge him to open himself up to me even wider, to take me deeper, as deep as possible. He knows exactly what I ask, what I need, and as I prop myself above him supported by arms, I pump steadily into him, kissing him the entire time. Sometimes our tongues just barely flick, when I'm so lost in the sensation of the tingling at the base of my spine to do anything but keep up the rhythm of my thrusts. Soon my kisses are mostly replaced with grunts and sighs into his open mouth. And he takes them within himself, each as a precious gift, just as he receives me deep inside. My climax chases me to the brink, finally finding me as my body tenses with one last powerful thrust. And then I'm paralyzed, locked above him, inside him, as his body milks me of every last drop. And I'm moaning his name over and over again. I feel as if I can barely draw breath by the time my intense orgasm begins to subside, as I'm falling, collapsing on my boy. My heart. My life.

I immediately feel how hard he is between us. And I feel how slick my cock inside him feels as I'm still buried there. So I briefly find his lips, first telling of how much I love him with my tongue against his, then with words that do not do this justice. There are no words that are enough. But I try.

"Edward, I love you… so much. Thank you for trusting me with your body. Thank you for sharing yourself with me like this."

"I love you, too, Jas… forever." His voice is husky as he whispers, and then he's kissing me urgently, and grinding his hard cock between us. My boy needs to cum again.

Kneeling with him still spread for me, I rub the backs of his thighs, holding his bent legs up as I watch in awe the sight of my cum beginning to slip from his used hole. "Fuck, Edward! You're so beautiful like this… I want to see you like this every day, with me dripping from you like this."

"Yes, Jasper… so right… every day."

Without asking, I know what he needs. I gently massage his hole and spread my cum up over his tightening balls to his engorged dick, stroking quickly, firmly. Immediately he is straining and quivering, on the edge of another release. Leaning over him, I lay light kisses on his abdomen, loving him as my fist continues to give him the friction he needs, fast and hard. And then he's arching off the bed, grasping the sheets, screaming my name, spilling all over my hand and his abdomen and chest. His beautiful eyes stay latched on mine until he is spent. And then they flutter closed briefly before opening back up to find mine once more.

I clean the remnants of our lovemaking from our bodies and lay beside him. We are quiet for long moments, just basking in the afterglow, caressing each other with exploring fingers and wondering eyes. When not feathering over my chest, face, or arms, Edward's hand rests on my tattoo of his key, tracing there. Yet he barely takes his perfect eyes from mine. They're all I can see. And I'm amazed by the way he looks at me, how he sees me. All that I am. All that I ever was. And when I see myself as he does through his breathtaking green depths, I so want to be that man. This man. I vow to always be him for Edward. Because of Edward.

Finally my dear boy's eyelashes flutter closed. Mine soon follow, not to reopen until morning.

Edward lies beside me just as last night, watching me. But the smile on his lips does not reach his eyes. The realization snaps me awake.

"What's the matter, baby?"

"Two weeks, Jasper. After the last few days… and then last night… two weeks just seems so fucking long."

I reach up to caress his face, attempting to smooth the sadness from his features. He needs me to reassure him right now. Not remind him of how very wrecked I am about him leaving.

"I know, baby. But it'll be okay. We'll be okay. And you'll be back home before we know it."

"Back to you… you are my home."

"And this is your home. Here with me."

"Yes."

"So you'll move in here… live with me?"

"Oh, Jas. Hell, yes! I'd love to live here with you. Thank you."

"No, Edward… thank you."

"No, Jasper… thank you."

Then we're hugging and giggling like little girls. But our innocent touches become heated. Our giggling turns into moaning as my mouth captures his. Then his neck. Then his nipples must get equal attention. And I mustn't forget his cock, all hot and hard for me.

But before I have my fill of him in my mouth, down my throat until he's cumming like I want, he's dragging me to the shower where we take our time lathering every inch of each other. Meticulously, lovingly, so slowly.

As the suds lubricate him for me and he swells in my hand once more, he asks me to make love to him one more time before he leaves. Ofcourse, baby, please…

He turns around, leaning against the tiled wall, placing one foot up on the bench seat, pushing his ass out and back against me, grinding decadently against my erection. My fuck-hot boy. So ready. So willing.

I barely have the restraint to prepare him with trembling fingers before I'm slipping inside his welcoming warmth. Our slick bodies move together perfectly as I thrust into him, gripping his slim waist and looking down to where we are joined. I'm overwhelmed by the sight of my dick repeatedly disappearing within him, bare again. So I wrap myself around him, grasping his shoulders as leverage, pulling him back against me as I fuck him to the brink of climax. As mine builds suddenly, burn kindling throughout my body, I reach for his rock hard cock. Stroking him furiously, I beg of him, "Cum for me, Edward… cum with me. Now, please!"

And he does. We do. We cum together long and hard, moaning each other's names until we're clinging to each other, spent and sated.

After kicking me out of the shower, he appears minutes later minus the sexy scruff. Handsome, smooth clean-cut Edward in its place. The way he usually looks, always insistent on being professional. The way he looked when I first fell in love with him. He takes my breath away as always, only now he is mine.

The morning passes in a blur, far too quickly. Before I know it, we are making our way toward the door when he stops and pulls out his phone, insisting on taking a few pictures of us together now, like this. We squeeze together, his arm extended with his phone, and I can't help but nuzzle into his newly smooth cheek for the first pic. Next, he gets one of us kissing. Then one of us smiling, too.

Looking at the pictures with a huge grin lighting his features, he says, "These just might hold me over. I'll look at them every chance I get."

"And I will too, baby. Send them to me. And we'll talk, and text, and skype."

We're quiet in the car, our hands clasped between us the entire time, which makes maneuvering through traffic difficult at times. But I'm not letting go of my boy until absolutely necessary. Edward just smiles as I park in the parking garage to accompany him as he checks in for his flight. But finally it is time for him to go through security, and it is there that I realize that Edward has held my hand since we got out of the car too, and throughout the airport. In public. We haven't discussed how out he is ready to be, but he seems unphased as he stands here holding my hand, his boyfriend's hand, which causes a smile that I cannot contain to cover my face. He then surprises me yet again as he gently grabs the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss that would make most blush. Hell, it makes me blush!

Leaning our foreheads together, we whisper our love and assurances. And then he is gone. Out of sight, but definitely not out of mind.

He, of course, is all that is on my mind as I drive home alone, feeling lost without him. Like a piece of myself is missing, as silent tears run down my face. I've turned into such a fucking girl and I don't even give a shit. I just want my boy – now and finally, my boyfriend – back in my arms for good. How did I live the last seven months without him in my life? And even the five years before that, when I had him in my life but not how I needed him to be, how I wanted him to be?

My loft…our loft feels so empty on my return. It is completely devoid of life without my boy's radiant presence.

I put the comforter that Edward insisted be washed into the dryer. He'd relented and let me keep the sheets on the bed so that I could smell him, smell us while he's gone. But I'd finally given in and let him put the comforter in the washing machine.

My mood lightens slightly and my dick hardens to full-on hard-on when I remember the surprise I slipped into Edward's luggage, when I imagine watching him use it on himself later when we skype. Fuck! I lay on the couch and touch myself to the images that assault me. Within minutes I'm cumming all over my abdomen and chest.

It's dark outside and I've received multiple texts from Edward that he's landed and made it to his cousin's before I force myself to go upstairs, to our empty bedroom. I've been dreading the space without him here, fearing I'll miss him even more, but his smell that lingers in the air and on the sheets comforts me. I sit on the bed and close my eyes, imagining he's within arm's reach, about to embrace me, about to beg for me again.

A sheet of paper catches my attention when I finally open my eyes. My hopes are answered that it is indeed a note from Edward, a tangible item as proof that he was here. That he is mine. And I'm reassured that he feels for me as I do him yet again with his simple, yet breathtaking words.

Jas, Take care of my heart, I've left it with you. Edward

Hmmnnn… what might Jasper have slipped into Edwards luggage? Any ideas?

The next posting will hopefully be around Valentine's Day, a little future-take of the boys' first Valentine's Day together. Jasper just might have a very important question for his Edward. And how might these dear boys help their friends Emmett and Rose?

I also recently posted my second story Last Christmas, which I will occasionally add chapters to, but not as regularly as In the Corner.

I just have to say that I am so amazed and thankful to have been nominated among incredibly talented slash writers, some of my favorites, in a few contests being held right now:

For Best Jasper in The Sunflower Awards. Voting is now open – thesunflowerawards (dot) blogspot (dot) com/2009/07/voting (dot) html

For Best All Around Story(The Rising Star Award) and for Best Author(The Rising Star Award) in The Hidden Star Awards – thehiddenstarawards (dot) blogspot (dot) com/p/not-yet-but-add-us-so-you-will-receive (dot) html

For Most Promising Slash Fanfiction in the Engergize WIP Awards, and harritwifan was also nominated for Most Motivational Beta – energizewipawards (dot) blogspot (dot) com/2011/09/nominees (dot) html