So, I've started a blog for this story, I actually got the idea from starfish422 (I would highly recommend her story Over The Top). Just because people ask for links to songs referenced, and tattoo pictures and stuff like that. So you'll be able to find all that on there!
I also have wayyyy too much free time on Friday evenings because I'm too tired at the end of the week to go out, so this blog is also a little the result of that!
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Jasper's POV
"I really, really hope she likes me." Edward said, his voice shaking with nerves.
"You've met her before, and she liked you." I reminded him.
"Yeah, but that was one day. This is a whole week."
"Stop worrying." I reassured him, "You brought my dad round to liking you, you can easily convince my granny."
"I am officially ending the Whitlock stock. She will never have toothy, blonde great grand kids thanks to me."
"John's brothers and sisters have about ten kids each, so don't about that. And I am not toothy."
"Toothy can be a good thing." He said in a kind voice as we approached the front door.
I gave a short knock, "I'll remind you I have teeth next time you - Granny!" The door had swung open onto the porch, a short, old woman with tight white curls, dimples and my blue eyes stood in the frame.
"Hello Jasper honey, welcome." She embraced me tightly, "And Edward of course."
The hand which he had held out for a shake was crushed between their two bodies as he too recieved a hug.
"Hi May." Edward and I were easily two heads taller than my granny May, but she could still be intimidating.
She ushered us into the house, out of the Texan heat, "Now, you sit down and I'll get you a nice cold drink."
We sank into two poufy armchairs, a stark and welcome contrast to the grotty orange armchair and mismatched couch in our New York apartment.
May returned quickly with a tray laden with tea, coffee, juice and biscuits along with a slice of apple crumble for each of us. By the time we had eaten and drunk our fill, I almost helpless from the amount of custard creams I had consumed.
May politely questioned Edward without interrogating him, and I sat quietly beside him, very conscious as to whether or not I was brushing off him too much.
That evening I called Edward from the sitting room where he was helping to dry up after dinner, "C'mon, I want to show you something."
We walked from the house to the fence at the end of the garden. Edward looked confused until I pushed two of the loose boards forward. Beckoning him to follow me, we crawled through the newly created gap on our hands and knees. It was a much tighter squeeze than I remembered.
"Where are we going?" Edward asked as we crossed the field behind my grandparent's house.
"You'll see." I said with a wide smile, looking back over my shoulder.
It was a beautiful warm evening, the horizon line was tinged pink and orange, occasionally broken by a purple cloud. We strolled hand in hand through the long grass in a warm silence, enjoying the last of the day's heat.
When we reached the old oak tree, I patted it with a smile. The tyre swing my granddad had hung up when I was just five years old was still there. I grinned at Edward, filled with nostalgia, "I used to come here all the time when I was a kid."
He smiled back before climbing into the swing, "Push me."
I laughed, "You're a little old."
He kicked his legs, propelling himself forwards without my assistance. I relented with a sigh and went to stand behind him, I gave a gentle push.
As he swung he looked at the old tree, "Who's Tom?"
I looked in the direction of his gaze. Carved into the weathered wood was 'Jasper Loves Tom' in spiky letters. I laughed again, "I can't believe that's still there."
"You haven't answered my question."
"Jealous?"I pushed him a little harder, "Don't worry baby. I was fifteen, it was before we'd even met. Tom was the first boy that I could ever really admit to myself that I liked. I didn't think I could tell anyone at the time, so I told the tree."
"And what happened with this Tom?"
He was definitely jealous.
"Well, he was two years older than me. We had a quite a wild summer together, I'll put it that way."
His feet skidded in the dust of the worn patch of earth as he stopped the swing suddenly, "Did you have sex with him?"
"Yes." I leaned my head on his shoulder from behind, my hands grasping the swing's ropes, "You know you weren't my first."
He nodded sadly, "I wanted to be. You were mine."
"I know."
He began swinging gently again, I stepped away and resumed pushing, "If you could go back and change it all, would you want me to be your first?" He asked.
I thought about it for a while, "No. Because I wouldn't have been able to work up the courage to pass you that note the first day otherwise."
He swung silently for another few moments, "I guess you're right. Do I get a little representation on the tree?"
"You're represented on me."
"But the tree knows all your secrets."
"So do you. And you don't count as a secret, because I will never be afraid to tell anyone about you, and I will never be ashamed of you." I said as I yet again placed my hands in the small of his back and pushed, "Now, tell me more about your other boyfriends."
"I never had another boyfriend." He said, "Just hook ups. Never dates, never relationships. I was too busy trying to hide my night time escapades from Esme and Carlisle."
"They never thought any worse of you when I came along."
"I know, but I didn't know what to expect."
"Same. I've told you all about how John took it." I said "Although he hasn't watched Saving Private Ryan since."
Edward laughed and it was music in the evening air.
"Let's go for a drink tonight or something." I suggested after several minutes of silence.
He nodded, "Sure, see what Texas night life has to offer."
"I'll get my cowboy boots."
"Don't you dare!"
"Don't worry, I'm kidding." I said, pulling the ropes of the swing to a sudden stop and kissing his neck.
He climbed out of the tyre and we walked back towards our home for the week. After promising my granny we wouldn't be home too late, we began the usual escapade that was starting The Beast.
We walked down the noisy streets hand in hand, enjoying the rarity of a warm night. Western music played from many doors, a contrast to the grimy, techno streets of the New York club scene. And then it happened.
"Fucking queers!" A man spat viciously at my feet.
I looked up into his beefy face, he had not continued walking, but was now standing a few feet away from Edward. I lunged forwards, I felt Edward lock his arms around my waist and haul me backwards.
"Leave it Jazz, he's not worth it." He murmured soothingly.
"Not a fucking chance." I said, breaking his hold and striding towards the man. Clenching my first, I swung my arm back ad punched him in the face as hard as I possibly could. He was knocked backwards several steps, blood spurted from both his wide nostrils, he pressed his hands to his face in a vain attempt to stop the flow.
"You ignorant, fucking bastard!" I yelled as I sunk my fist into his stomach. Edward's forearm wrapped around my neck, his other hand fisted into my hair and he dragged me backwards. I strained against him but he had gotten a strong hold, he frog marched me down the nearest alley before pushing me away from him.
"What the fuck was that?" He shouted angrily.
"You heard what he said - " I began, indicating towards the main street.
"Yeah, I did. And we've heard it a hundred times before,so why lash out now?"
"H-he spat at us." I was still so angry I could barely speak.
"Big fucking deal!" Edward pushed me in the chest, I stumbled backwards, "How're you any better than him now?"
I pushed him back harder, he nearly tripped over, "Because I'm not a prejudiced fool, I'm - "
"No, you're just someone who goes around starting fights with drunken losers like a fucking scumbag!" He slapped me in the face, hard.
I raised my hand and touched my burning cheek incredulously, we stared at each other for several moments before I jumped him, knocking him to the hard concrete. Pinning his arms beside his head, I head butted him in the forehead, he let out a loud grunt before rising up his knee and moving to dig it into my stomach. However, he aimed just a little too low, and instead I was forced to roll off of him in agony, my hands clutching my crotch.
He sat bolt upright, "Jazz, oh God, I'm so sorry!" He knelt beside me, "Are you okay?"
I couldn't gather enough oxygen to reply, I just balled into the foetal position and tried to will the pain away.
He kissed my forehead continuously, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
Finally the pain had subsided enough for me to lie on my back and speak, "It's okay. You didn't mean it."
"Of course I didn't, you're no use to me without the goods." He chuckled.
I smiled weakly back, "I'm sorry for fighting with you."
"I'm sorry I started it. Maybe I was more pissed than I let on at that guy. I apologise for taking it out on you, and for ruining your future offspring." He grinned at me.
I laughed, "Don't worry. I wasn't exactly planning on any."
He bent over me and kissed me sweetly, our noses brushed together and his lips were quick and eager.
"I'm not really in the mood for a drink now."
"Me neither."
On Wednesday night, I lay on top of the duvet cover, as far away from Edward's warm body as I possibly could. I felt as if I were boiling alive, not only was it a hot night, all the radiators were permanently on max as my granny claimed her old bones 'needed the heat'. I tossed and turned, continually flipping the pillow to it's opposite side just to feel the momentary cool.
"Stop it." Edward muttered, and I knew he meant my noisy thrashing.
"It's too hot." I sighed as I flopped back onto the bed.
We were stripped to our boxers, and the windows had been flung open, but it made hardly any difference.
"Let's get out of here then. Go for a walk." Edward suggested.
I nodded, "Sure, go through the window though, I don't want to wake up half the house with that fucking curse of a door."
I searched the floor for the sleeveless shirt I had worn earlier during the day and my shorts, I found flip flops under the bed and by the time I had straightened up, Edward too was dressed, "Ready to go?"
He climbed through the window first, landing in the bushes outside. I clambered through with less grace, catching my foot on the sill an landing sprawled at his feet. Once he had finished laughing, he extended a hand and helped me to my feet.
"Always filled with poise." He snorted.
I stuck my tongue out at him, childish as it was, "Shut up. Now, where do you want to go?"
"I don't know really, we'll just wander."
"Lead the way." I said, nicking a cigarette from behind his ear as he turned his head to look across the low lying fields.
"We'll see where the wind takes us." He grinned before offering me a lighter and taking out a slightly crushed cigarette from his pocket.
I took a long drag, exhaling slowly and watching the curls of smoke disappear into the night sky. Edward laced his fingers with my free hand, and we walked in a comfortable silence, neither of us too sure where we were going.
Edward's ambling footsteps led us to low stone wall, over which I could see a lake.
"C'mon," he turned to me in excitement, "let's go for a swim."
I shook my head adamantly, "No way, I can't swim as you well know. Why do you always to this to me?"
"Excuse to get you semi-naked?" He asked as he hopped over the wall and I unwillingly followed him.
"As if you need an excuse."
"What about fully naked? We've never skinny dipped before."
That was his idea tone of voice. I rolled my eyes, more for effect than anything, then undressed for the second time that night.
By the time I had waded waist deep into the colder than it looked water, Edward was already turning back flips in the centre. I watched him for several moments, he was graceful and natural in the water, something I was most definitely not. The wiry muscles of his back contracted beautifully as arched, cutting through the still water with ease. The full moon reflected on the shiny black surface of the lake, and I relaxed despite myself.
Edward emerged near me, shaking his wet hair from his eyes, his face shining with happiness, "This is great, have you never come here before?"
"I. Don't. Swim." I reiterated clearly.
"If it's the last thing I ever do, I will get you to like water Mr. Whitlock." He said, gliding towards me and kissing my forehead.
"Not a chance." I challenged.
"I sense a competition coming on." Edward grinned wickedly.
And before I could crack a smart reply, he disappeared under the water once more, leaving nothing but ripples where seconds earlier his shoulders had been. Then I felt his mouth on my cock, gently kissing the tip, the cool water filling any space his tongue could not reach. I reacted instinctively, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as he slid down my length, holding his face to me.
He thrashed madly, splashing me heavily, and kicked his way to the surface, panting, "Are you trying to fucking drown me?"
"Got a little caught up in the moment?" I offered as an excuse.
He gave me a sly grin, "Move this to land then?"
I led the way to the banks of the lake, and we crawled out. I wasted no time in pushing Edward onto his back, swiftly turning so as to position my mouth over his dick, and his head between my thighs. The sheen of the moon threw porcelain shadows from his skin, and he almost sparkled from the droplets coating his body, the ink stood out even clearer in contrast to his pale frame.
I opened my mouth, and slid his entire shaft in until his tip poked the back of my throat, I had developed an impressive gag reflex over the years. As my lips wrapped around his base and began to suck hard, I felt him lick the underside of my cock. My hips began to move of their own accord, thrusting gently downwards as I hollowed my cheeks and swallowed around him
I moved my mouth from his cock, nosing it as I kissed his balls. I drew one into my mouth, softly rolling it around, before lavishing the same attention on the other. It was becoming increasingly hard to stay focused on pleasing him as his teeth had just grazed along my rock hard cock, his tongue wiggling in my slit as he knew I liked it.
I deep throated him again, sucking harder, desperate for us to come together.I was now drilling his mouth, my hips moved in a furious rhythm. At the same time, he was continuously giving short upward thrusts into my mouth, making it difficult to manoeuvre my tongue around his swelling length.
Edward's hands slid up my thighs to my ass, one finger rubbing soft circles on my hole before pushing inside of it. My eyes rolled back in my head but I continued to bob my head up and down until my nose was nestled in the wiry curls that surrounded his cock. I clenched my internal muscles tight as he fingered my ass, sucking them inside of me.
He came first, his hot semen flooding my entire mouth. I released soon after, bruising his lips as I shoved my cock between them one final time. I rolled off of him onto my front and spat his load onto the ground, I heard him do the same and we turned to smile at each other.
"That was good."
Apologies for the delay in this chapter, I started it on Friday but then real life got in the way. Please review, enjoy, and don't forget to check out the blog for tattoo pictures, videos, links and more!
www(dot)ciara-superamazing(dot)blogspot(dot)com Also, there are Europe chapters coming. So readers and slash fans of Europe, tell me about your countries! I'd really like to include local details, just to make it seem more authentic. So leave any anecdotes/locations you like in a review, or PM me! - Ciara x