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Warning: This is a spank!fic. It has a great deal of PWP (= Porn Without Plot) and contains EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT. If this is not your cup of tea and/or if you are not of legal age. PLEASE STOP READING NOW.

A/N: *blushes* Thank you all so much, you pervy readers for continuing to read, review and pimp this story. More love at the bottom of the chapter, but a special thank you to OnTheTurningAway and coolbreeeze for helping me patch the holes in this chapter on such short notice, and to rmhale – she knows why. :)

JPOV

Edward was acting weird.

Ever since our conversation in the woods, he had been acting like less of an asshole, even at school.

He still tried to taunt me by preening around like a fucking peacock. That wasn't unusual.

What was unusual was that he paid less attention to his posse and the girls who crawled all over him. I wondered what he told them to explain this new disinterest. The way they still paraded around him made me assume they thought they had a chance, even though he was blatantly ignoring them. His lap dog McCarty, well, more like a St. Bernard, wasn't even glued to his side anymore. In fact, the oaf seemed glued a lot more to my idiot sister's side. Of course, she would have terrible taste in men.

Wednesday, Edward sat with Mr. Banner at lunch and they proceeded to talk with each other the entire time as if they were old friends and not teacher and student.

Even weirder, in English class that day, Edward stuck up for me.

We were having a discussion about some stupid, supposedly feminist book about this woman who leaves her family. I was arguing with the idiotic, mousy brunette that yes, even though it sucked that society forced the woman into a life she didn't want, abandoning her family didn't redeem her character.

The girl, Bella or whatever, opened her mouth wider to retort, probably something along the lines of how my lack of vagina prevented me from understanding negative social stereotypes, when Edward cut her off.

"I agree with Hale." Everyone in the room turned to look at Edward and even Mr. Berty looked surprised to see him participating in discussion. I'm sure part of the shock was in his agreement with me. He ignored their gawking and continued, "If running away from your responsibilities, even if they are put on you by someone else, is supposed to be something women should strive for, then it doesn't give this particular brand of 'feminism' a very positive connotation. And, just because we're both male doesn't mean our opinions aren't valid or that we don't understand social pressure."

There was an awkward silence in the room before Mr. Berty cleared his throat and thanked us both for our opinion.

I didn't think Edward was up to anything, but I couldn't be sure. So, in an effort to curb his strange behavior, I made a purchase at The Triple XXX and put it in his locker on Thursday. He wasn't the only one who had access to locker combinations. Mrs. Cope was way too easy to sweet talk.

It was risky being seen opening Edward's locker, much less putting something like this inside, but since Edward seemed to be alone a lot more often lately, I figured it was worth the risk. I wasn't sure anyone else would know what it was if they found it anyway.

In a small envelope, I enclosed a black, silicone, cock ring. Though it was obviously adjustable, I guessed on the size, since Edward's dick was comparable to mine. I didn't offer any instructions, other than a note to tell him baby powder might help, but I hoped that he would have fun playing with it on his own. At some point, I would order him to wear it. Maybe I'd even order him to wear both it and the plug.

The worst part for me, though, was that his shift in attitude affected everyone else, forcing them to adjust like satellites in orbit. Even the vice principal was starting to follow my every move even more closely than usual because I wasn't getting into fights.

I couldn't fucking win.

After lunch on Friday, the wing-tipped asshole followed me out of the cafeteria and toward the men's room.

I had had it, so I spun around and said loudly, "If you follow me in here, I'm calling the fucking school board, and I'm going to tell them you ask me to piss on your cock."

"Watch your language, Mr. Hale," he said before spinning around and walking away.

The douche-nozzle didn't even have the nerve to stand up to an 18-year-old. I shuddered involuntarily and wondered if he really was into being pissed on.

Needless to say, I was pissed off as I practically stomped to my locker after the lunch bell rang, until I heard a voice calling out my name, "Jasper, wait up!"

It was Edward, and he was jogging toward me.

Could this day get any more bizarre?

"You never call me Jasper at school," I said, not hiding my irritation at the unexpected encounter.

"Maybe I want to up the stakes a little." His voice was cocky.

I raised an eyebrow.

"I'm ditching sixth period," he said. Then, he lowered his voice, "It's a very bad thing to do."

My breath hitched, and I turned my head toward him slowly, disbelief obvious on my face.

"I was so distracted trying on the present you got me, that I forgot to put on underwear this morning," he added coyly.

My eyes immediately went down to his crotch. Yes, there was definitely only a layer of denim between us, and he was definitely wearing his cock ring. I wondered how long he had been wearing it. I silently cursed myself for letting the damn vice principal keep me preoccupied during lunch.

While I was busy trying to think of ways to get the annoying administrator off my back, he had probably slipped out of the cafeteria and put it on. Now his cock was hanging there, swollen in his jeans.

I groaned. Did he want to do this here?

I forced my gaze up. His own eyes were so wide and wanton, it was all the answer I needed for confirmation.

"Follow me," I ordered.

He was on my heels as I stalked down the hallway and skidded around the corner. I walked past the sets of doors that went to the girls and boys locker rooms and continued, stopping in front of the door at the very end of the hall – the janitor's closet. It was tucked away in a corner near the gymnasium, but it was on a different side of the gym than the locker rooms, so hardly anyone went this way.

I tried the doorknob and it opened, which was good. I wasn't sure I wanted Edward to know I had a key to the janitor's closet. Although I trusted Edward with some things, the story of how I happened to have a copy of the school's master key was one for another day.

I pushed the door open and squinted in the faint light streaming in through the small window.

There wasn't a lot of space to maneuver in the small room, but it was at least arranged neatly, and it was big enough for the janitor to keep a folding chair to sit on when he took breaks.

I turned around to see Edward standing in the doorway, his earlier confidence clearly wavering.

"Someone's going to hear us," he stated casually, trying to cover up his fear.

"No one comes down this hallway except the janitor, and he wouldn't say anything even if he did catch us."

Edward nodded. I wondered if he had dirt on the janitor, too.

"Just in case, we'll go behind here," I indicated with a finger. The room was divided into two distinct halves by a floor to ceiling storage shelf. One side contained the sink, cleaning supplies and the janitor's makeshift break area. The side closer to the window housed the floor polisher, which must have been currently in use, and a small army of mops and brooms that I'm sure hadn't been used since the Reagan administration.

I stepped aside for Edward to walk around me, then I followed close behind him until I was pressing him against the wall with my body. I made sure to press my bulge right up against his ass, forcing a moan out of him like I knew it would.

I reached my arms around and unbuttoned Edward's skinny black jeans, before pulling them down and grabbing his ass roughly. He scooted his feet away from the wall enough so that he was leaning on his forearms while I took a good look at his sweet ass.

The welts from the cane were starting to fade, and I was certain I could spank him again without hurting him.

"Turn around," I ordered.

He turned immediately, and there it was. Edward's perfect fucking cock and balls, being squeezed at the base by a thick ring of silicone. He was slightly more engorged than usual, aided by the ring. It was hard for me not to just get down on my knees and swallow around it.

Instead, I got demanding. "I'm taking this off, Edward. You're going to have to control yourself on your own."

I carefully slipped the ring off and slid it into my pocket. I knew he would enjoy the slow build up to orgasm, but where was the fun in that? I was still not finished punishing him for not telling me the caning was too much.

"What are you going to say if it hurts too much?" I demanded.

"Wolf," Edward said. We decided on a word over the phone the night after our encounter in the woods. He had claimed it was the first word he saw when he opened up the dictionary, but I think he was probably trying to make a 'boy who cried wolf' joke.

I took a step back and smacked my hand against his left cheek.

"Damn fucking right you will," I growled.

"Or else." Slap. "You won't." Slap. "Get spanked." Slap.

"More, Jasper. More," he panted.

I looked down to see his pink flesh trembling.

"If you'd given me a little warning, I could have sneaked the riding crop into school down my pants," I muttered.

"Fuck," Edward breathed. Apparently I had spoken loud enough for him to hear.

I was about to smack my hand across his ass another time when my eyes caught a glimpse of some discarded sporting equipment sitting on the shelf to my right. Sitting between a deflated basketball and some badminton birdies was a ping pong paddle.

I grinned in the dim room and picked up the paddle. Edward hadn't turned his head to see what was taking me so long and seemed to be trying to slow his choppy breathing.

Taking advantage of his inattentiveness, I let the paddle swing across the place where his ass met his upper thighs. It made a sweet "thwapping" sound as the rubber hit his bare flesh.

Edward moaned.

"What-?" he started.

"Table tennis, anyone?" I snickered.

Edward groaned at my bad joke and pushed his ass out, silently asking me for more. Since he seemed to not be showing any signs of hesitancy, even after the caning debacle earlier in the week, I didn't hold back much.

I aimed for places on his ass that I usually didn't pay so much attention to, grazing his inner thighs with the paddle, and allowing the rush of air to caress his hanging balls.

The noise Edward made was muffled, and I could see him biting down on his forearm. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged his head back.

"You're such a bad boy, Edward," I said between slaps. "You can't stay quiet. Anyone walking by could hear you begging for me to punish you."

"I can- I can- be quiet," he panted.

"No you can't," I hissed. "I don't want you to be."

I pulled the paddle back and was about to let another thwack strike across Edward's tight, round ass, when we heard the unmistakable jingle of keys.

"Shit," I whispered harshly.

Edward straightened up like a deer in the headlights.

"What do we-?"

I cut him off and spun him around, pushing him into the corner where the shelf met the wall. He scrambled to pull up his jeans while I pushed on his shoulders until I was sure he couldn't squeeze back any further. As the key began to turn in the lock, I pressed my own body against him, trying to flatten myself out as much as possible. In the process, I smashed my knee against an ill-placed tool box that was sticking out on a low shelf.

I buried my face in the crook of Edward's neck to keep from shouting out. His hand came up to twist in my shirt, pulling me even harder against him. I wasn't sure I could get much closer without being inside him.

The door swung open and the small room grew bright as the light from the hallway came streaming in. I turned my head to peer through the shelves. The janitor was muttering to himself, a muffled stream of epithets about "ungrateful fucking brats" and "cashing in vacation days." I was worried that he was going to sit down and put his feet up. Who knew how long his "breaks" usually lasted, but by the grace of something more powerful than me, he didn't seem to be dawdling.

I turned my focus to trying not to move a muscle. Edward and I were pretty well blocked by the shelf, but if the janitor needed a broom or to return the floor polisher, we'd be caught.

I was so flush against him, I could feel his heart beating in this chest. Mine was racing too, and I had to clamp my hand over my mouth so my breathing wouldn't be heard. As the janitor began to rustle around on the shelf above the sink, I could feel Edward trembling. I pressed even harder against him then took my left hand and gently rubbed his arm. He calmed down imperceptibly just as the janitor picked up a bottle of cleaner off the back shelf without even glancing to his left.

The door closed.

We were safe.

I started to step back, when Edward rested his head on my shoulder.

"That was fucking close," he whispered.

"Yeah..."

"What would you have done if we got caught?" he asked with a shaky voice.

"I was either going to punch you in the face or tell the janitor if he stayed any longer he'd have to pay for the peep show."

Edward laughed and lifted his head to look at me.

We were so close. His erection, which had yet to subside, even in the moment of fear, was still digging into me. My dick began to harden in response. Edward really was kinky and I was starting to put two and two together that he was a bit of an exhibitionist.

I pressed my hips forward slightly and our eyes met.

I had never noticed before how shockingly green his eyes were. Maybe it was that the sun had finally decided to make an appearance and was streaming through the narrow window, but there they were, digging into my soul, bright and sparkling.

It was then that I realized, through all of this, that I had never kissed him. I had fucked him into oblivion. I had had my lips around his cock and my tongue in his ass. I had spanked him, paddled him, handcuffed him to his bed and had even taken a cane to his willing body, but I had never once pressed my lips to his.

But his lips were right there. Full and slightly parted, as if he was waiting for me make the first move.

I closed my eyes.

"Do you want this?" I whispered.

I could only ever give him what he wanted.

"I think so," he whispered back.

I leaned in slowly, like a boy who was nervous about his first kiss, which, I suppose I kind of was. I mean, I French kissed Alice Brandon on the playground during recess when I was 10, which was disgusting for multiple reasons, but this was different. This was Edward Cullen.

I pressed my lips to his gently. The first thing I noticed was that he tasted delicious. He was the type of guy who used chapstick, and there was a residual minty flavor on his lips that was only slightly masking his own sweet taste.

I took his bottom lip between mine and sucked slightly. It was soft and pliable and warm. I couldn't remember the last time I actually kissed someone. Did lips always feel this good?

Then he parted them slightly and my whole body reacted.

More! More! More!

I was on fire, burning with need. My dick always responded to Edward, but this was completely different from every time before.

His tongue entered my mouth and I pressed mine against it. They teased each other, pushing and pulling, giving and taking. His lips were hot and searing against mine, and I just could not get enough. My hands drifted up on their own accord and plunged into his coppery mess. I tugged a little, eliciting a moan that vibrated against my mouth, only to be stifled by my probing tongue.

His hands were clawing at my back, urging me on.

I dominated him sexually, but at this we were equals. He kissed back with equal fervor and for a moment, I just let that fire consume me.

Why had I not done this before?

His tongue continued to lap at my own. Inside my mouth, inside his mouth, our lips still moved in perfect tandem. When he would go right, I would go left, our noses never knocking, our teeth never mashing. He brought a hand up to run it through my hair as I brought my hands down, pulling him ever closer to me.

I was completely and utterly lost under his spell.

It was only when I noticed my lips were starting to go numb that I realized we were both gasping in need of oxygen. I pulled away.

"Shit," I panted, completely out of breath.

Edward had leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes were closed and he looked absolutely blissful.

"Mmm hmm," he murmured.

I needed to do something to regain control of the situation, but my mind was frozen. I just kissed Edward fucking Cullen and it was the best kiss I'd ever had. In fact, I'm pretty sure it was the best kiss I was ever going to have in my entire life. My whole body was humming.

I couldn't think of anything I could do to fix it.

Luckily, Edward seemed to know the right thing to say.

"I need you to fuck me."

That, I could do.

I spun him around, so he was facing the back wall of the room. He put his forearms on the wall once again, as if knowing his hands would tire if he didn't have more support. I grabbed his hips and pulled them back toward me, forcing Edward to shuffle his feet back from the wall.

"We need to find something to use for lube," I was too worked up now to really be concerned with what that substance was.

"Check my pocket," Edward said slyly.

I reached around and shoved my hand into his front pocket, my fingertips immediately hitting a packet of lube.

"Aren't you presumptuous," I murmured into his ear as I took ownership of the packet. "Remind me to punish you for that later."

Edward was so worked up from wearing the cock ring, it was infectious. I probably should have made him wait, but between almost getting caught and the mind-numbing kiss, I wasn't thinking straight.

Instead, I did what I did best.

I reached around for his button fly one more time. In the hustle, he had not re-buttoned, so I yanked his pants down.

"I want your legs wide for me," I whispered.

I got down on my knees and reached for Edward's shoe. I undid the laces quickly and he stepped out of it, putting his socked foot back down. I rose, leaving his jeans still wrapped around his right ankle in a pile on the floor.

I grabbed his ass and spread his cheeks open. I had gone fairly easy on him with the spanking, so he barely hissed when I man-handled his flesh.

I lubed up my fingers and prepared Edward's hole, slicking and stretching with my right hand while slapping and kneading the flesh of his ass with my left. I was going for the maximum amount of sensation possible, so he was completely worked up.

Once I knew he could take my cock, I rolled on the condom I always had stashed in my wallet. I gave my dick a few tugs before lining it up, ready for entry. Then, I reached my hand under Edward's shirt, earning a confused grunt. I ignored him and scraped my fingernails lightly down his back while entering him excruciatingly slowly.

I gave him the usual time to adjust. I could tell by his breathing when he was ready for me to continue, but Edward was going to have to get used to disappointment. He wanted me to ride him hard, the way he tried to snap his hips back made that clear, but I wasn't about to let him seek his release quickly.

"The faster you get worked up, the longer I'm going to make you wait before you can come."

Edward whimpered loudly, but stilled his hips.

Instead of drilling into him fast and hard, I continued my slow pace. I loved the feeling of Edward's heat around me. When I went slow, I could feel every centimeter of his flesh rubbing against my dick. If I hadn't been worried about the janitor coming back or the time constraints, I could have fucked Edward slowly like this for hours.

He seemed to be enjoying it and hating it all at the same time. I was holding his hips steady in my hands and he kept trying to jerk them back, but every time I was buried deep inside him he let out a low throaty gasp.

"Have I tortured you enough?" I asked.

Edward was too incoherent to respond.

"Come when you want, Edward," I ordered, with a slap to the side of his right hip. Then, I picked up my pace and started fucking him the way he wanted. My fingernails were digging into his ass, which he seemed to enjoy.

He began to convulse almost immediately, and it was with a wracked sob that he came. I continued to pump into him faster and faster, until he began to straighten up, clenching his ass in the process. It felt so overwhelmingly good, I let go. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against Edward's shoulder, muffling my own cry as I stiffened, shuddered and released inside him.

The room started spinning and I grew a little weak in the knees from standing in one place, thrusting for so long. I let my weight sag on Edward for a moment.

I was about to stand up straight, when Edward turned his head to look over his shoulder at me. Our faces were inches away once more, and he looked positively shy. Did he want me to kiss him again? What if he didn't?

I leaned forward, bypassing his lips, and planted a firm, wet kiss on his neck.

"Mmm..." he murmured softly, his eyes closed.

The bell signifying the end of sixth period rang, and I straightened reflexively. Whatever we had started, the moment was gone.

We left the closet separately. He went first, strolling casually down the hallway. I took a minute to fix my hair and relax. It wouldn't do to strut down the hallway looking positively fucked. At this point, I really didn't give a shit if anyone knew I was fucking Edward, but he still had a reputation to maintain. Plus, it made life a lot less complicated to keep it secret.

As I rounded the corner, my eyes were immediately trained on Edward, who was calmly walking to his locker as if nothing happened. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the ambush coming.

"You're my partner in Econ! Where were you?" Alice demanded loud enough for the whole hall to hear. She was in Edward's face, forcing him to stop.

I bit back a laugh.

Though his back was to me, I could envision Edward rolling his eyes.

"Alice, Keynesian economics has been used to justify our nation's spending since the 1930s. It's been shoved down your throat since you got your first allowance. You really just have to use common sense. If you have any," he muttered the last bit, but it was still obviously loud enough for Alice to hear.

"Sorry I don't read the Wall Street Journal every morning like you do. Do you have to be such a dick?"

"Fuck off, Alice. You are killing my buzz," Edward said.

Well fuck me. He wanted to bask in the afterglow.

Alice stood sputtering for a moment and Edward took her hesitancy as a chance to brush quickly around her, his long strides carrying him down the hallway and around the corner to the science wing.

He could still be such a bastard.

Alice stalked toward me, and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face in time.

"What do you think is so funny?" she demanded.

"Just picturing you and Cullen in boxing gloves," I said dryly. It would have been comical. Edward had at least a foot of height on Alice.

"He was supposed to help me with our Econ project! I hate when teachers pick our partners."

I snorted. Edward was the smartest kid in school; everyone wanted to be his partner. Alice was just too damn stubborn.

"He does have a point, Alice. You know the material."

Her jaw dropped.

"Did you just side with Edward Cullen? Your nemesis?"

Shit. I did just side with Edward. Just like he had defended me in English class.

I gritted my jaw and looked down at Alice, but I really had no defense for myself or a believable explanation. So, I just shrugged and trained my focus on getting to my locker and getting the fuck out of there. Alice wasn't surprised by my rudeness at this point, and honestly, I didn't care what she thought. I just kissed Edward in the janitor's closet.

That's when I knew, it wasn't a game anymore.

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