This is a Jasper POV outtake of Chapter 3 of Hard that I wrote for the Fandom Fights Tsunami compilation. If you're one of those that's already read this because you donated, that's awesome and thank you so much! If you aren't, enjoy this snippet of Jasper smutgoodness.
I PROMISE I'LL WRITE MORE SOON.
Remember that Dirty Talkin Jasper contest that Hard won that got me started as a writer? Well, they asked me to judge this round and we started accepting submissions today! So getcha ass writin' me some Dirrrtay Jay!
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We enter the theater, and I head toward the back row out of habit, a plan forming in my head as we arrange ourselves in the seats. After all, the feature that's playing tonight isn't going to be one that requires much attention.
I throw my arm across the back of Riley's seat and take a long pull from my beer while casually waiting for the movie to begin. The theater dims, and as soon as the screen announces the Oscar Nominees for Animated Short Film, both Edward and Riley start laughing.
"Seriously, J? Are you kidding me with this?" Edward is looking at me like I'm a fool.
"What? It was this or I Love You Phillip Morris. I'm not even about to watch Jim Carrey try to be gay." Seriously. I have no problem with the man, but I'm pretty sure they could have cast one of several actors more believable as a gay man, perhaps actually a gay one.
Their laughter dies down, and Riley relaxes into my arm. I reach around him just a little farther on the premise of holding him tight, but let my hand stretch a bit further to stroke Edward's shoulder with my index finger. Just a light touch, a few soft traces of his muscle and I can already feel him squirming underneath me. I swear that boy gets turned on by the smallest of gestures.
Riley looks up at me from where his head rests on my shoulder, and I smile at him. He hasn't been in the best of moods today, and I'm sure it has something to do with dinner with his mother. They're close - like, really close - but it always bothers him how lonely she seems. I think I know just the thing to perk him up though.
Lowering my mouth slowly, deliberately, I kiss him on the cheek, then lower, on his neck. I drag my lips back up the side of his neck to his ear, nipping at the lobe and whisper, "You okay, babe?"
He gives a short nod yes, so I continue.
"Okay enough for a little movie theater head?" I speak each word softly and slowly, letting my lips graze his ear and neck with every syllable. Riley closes his eyes and moans a soft little moan that only I can hear before reaching his hand over to my lap and grabbing my thigh.
"Ah ah ah, wrong lap darlin'," I whisper and nudge him in Edward's direction. He looks up at me, aware of what I'm asking, and a slow sure grin spreads across his face.
See, if people in the general public knew about the agreements – we call them relationships – that we forge, they'd assume it was all for me. I'm the outgoing one, with the loud mouth and the abrasive attitude. And I do enjoy it. Fuck, I'm not gonna say that I don't. But Riley … Riley's shy, but he's a dirty mother fucker. Ever since the first night a few years ago that we 'experimented' with a friend, it's like the pervy floodgates opened for my Riley. He's always shy in public, but once we're home, he's never afraid to tell me what – and who – he wants. Edward was an instant attraction for both of us. He started coming in the coffee shop this past summer back when we were on different shifts, and one of us would always mention him at shift change. Then, once we were both home, we would sometimes make up little fantasies involving him.
It was the same with Garrett before that, and James before that. James turned out to be looking for more than just a good lay. He was a manipulative asshole that tried to pin Riley and I against each other in four or five different situations before we realized what was happening and kicked him to the curb.
Garrett was a different story. From the first day my friend Alice introduced us to her big brother Garrett, who happened to also like basketball, Riley was salivating. After a round of beers once, Riley couldn't even wait until we got home. He said he'd been watching Garrett's mouth around those beer bottles all night and couldn't take it anymore, then asked me to go down on him while he drove us home. Another time, after a game of basketball in which Garrett and I were both Skins, he begged me to fuck him in the locker room before we even left the gym.
It never panned out with Garrett though. As much as Riley and I were interested and know for sure he's gay, he just never seemed that into either of us. Or maybe it was that he wasn't into the both of us. I don't know.
So, here we are in a public theater, in the back row, in the dark, and my baby Ri is in a bad mood. The best way I know to help him fix that? Give Edward head. While I watch. And if he does a good job, I'll make it worth his while later. He knows this.
At this point, Riley is already on his knees on the floor in front of Edward, and he's placing light kisses along his stomach, above the waistband of his jeans. Shit. He's already got his hand palming E's cock, and the visual is so fucking hot, I'm not far from touching myself. As I watch Riley's lips make their way across the smattering of light brown hair trailing down Edward's stomach, I notice E's breathing hitch a few times. Loudly. So I lean across the now-empty seat between us to remind him to stay quiet.
"Shhh, now Edward. Quiet down. He's not gonna bite." I whisper in his ear, just as I did with Riley moments ago. Slowly. Deliberately brushing his earlobe with my lips. "But I know you're gonna love the way he sucks." Edward groans and bites his lip.
I stay draped over the empty chair and watch intently as Riley slowly unbuttons Edward's pants and frees his dick from his boxer briefs. He strokes it a few times, then gently places just the head in his mouth, looking once at Edward and then over at me, before taking Edward all the way down. He totally gets off on this shit. Despite Riley's shy nature, his inner exhibitionist has come out here in this darkened theater, and I can't wait to bring it up later.
He's sucking pretty intently now, and Edward has a hand on the back of his neck, gently controlling the pace, while leaning back in his seat, eyes closed. I focus back on Riley and tell him what to do, because, well, that's the part I like. The bossy, dirty talkin' part.
"That's it baby. Take him all the way in that pretty mouth of yours. Just like I told you to. That's it. Fuck, that's hot. Don't stop." I reach down and palm my hard cock through my own jeans.
Just then, Riley reaches lower and pulls Edward's balls out of his boxer briefs, then takes one in his mouth. Fuck. I'm about to lose it.
"Oh shit, that looks so good. Are you gonna do that for me later, Ri? You gonna suck my cock and then my balls, baby. Shit." I'm dry-humping my own hand by this point, and I can tell Edward is getting close too. He looks over at me, and it's only a few moments before he's coming. Like the good little slut he is, Riley swallows it all down, cleans Edward back up and tucks him back into his pants.
I've gotten no relief, so as Riley slides back into his seat, I pull him in for a hard kiss, mumbling something about good blow jobs, and I taste him.
Riley may get off on blowing other guys, but I get off on the taste they leave in his mouth. Fuck me, it's incredible - like a dirty little secret and a guilty pleasure all rolled up in his mouth. It quickly becomes apparent after our kiss that I'm not going to be able to calm down until I get off, so I ask Riley - practically beg him - if we can leave and he nods his assent.
"Sorry, E. I can't help it. I've got a woody the size of a Pringles can in these pants," I whisper to him, as we move toward the aisle.
He grins and says something polite, but I can't help but notice the wistful look on his face as we leave.
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We head out into the crisp night air and start toward the parking garage where we left the wagon, but I frown as I see all of the college students going in and out of it, on their way to or from the various local bars. Too many people. I need release. Now.
With a desperate growl, I pull Ri by the shirt sleeve into a dark alley near the theater.
"Jazz, I thought we were going home." I cut off Riley's whine with an urgent kiss, running one hand through his hair and the other down his side, landing on his hip and squeezing softly.
"I need you, baby. After that sexy little show you put on in there, I need you. Fuck." With another growl, I pull my hand from his waist and reach for his own hand, lead it to my crotch, and rub his palm against the bulge in my jeans.
"Feel that? I want you so badly right now. Touch me. Please?" I rarely plead in these situations. More often than not, I demand. But some basic part of me needs to know he wants this like I do. That after all he did with Edward a few short minutes ago, he still wants me. Always wants me.
"Of course J." Riley leans in for another kiss and gropes me, softly at first, then rougher, before finally popping the top button on my jeans and reaching in to hold me with no barriers. I sigh into the skin-to-skin contact and kiss him urgently.
"Harder. Please. I need to come." He grasps me more firmly and tries to stroke with more consistency, but it's too dry.
Riley does something I find insanely hot every fucking time. He pulls his hand back, reaches to his mouth, and spits a long string of saliva onto it before finding my cock again and rubbing it around the shaft.
"Oh yeah. Just like that. Now harder." I'm so keyed up, this isn't going to take long and frankly, I don't care. I just want to get off now so that when we get home, I can take care of him. He deserves it.
"Come for me, babe. Let go. Just feel." Riley is whispering against my lips, and I swallow the last of his words with a deep kiss.
I lose myself in the sensation of his hand on my dick and his tongue in my mouth, and after only a few hard thrusts, I'm coming. It feels so fucking good until I realize I've just come in my pants. In public. In the cold night air. Shit.
Riley does his best to wipe his hand on my boxers - what can I say, I let my boys hang free - and I zip my jeans over the mess before we leave the alley and head to the car.
"You drivin' or me?" I ask as I look lazily over at Ri through my post-orgasm fog.
"I think I can handle it. Just don't pass out on me. I might need a release or two of my own when we get home."
I laugh and settle in to the passenger seat for the short ride home, Riley's hand on my thigh and my head against the cool window.
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"Jazz. Jazz, babe. We're home." Riley sighs, and I try to hide my grin, but it's too late.
"You fucker! I thought you were asleep. Faker!" He grins so I know he's not truly mad but adds, "You know I would have gotten off without you."
I smirk and stretch my arms out before opening the car door. "You might have, but it wouldn't have been near as much fun."
He laughs and we get out, running toward the building as if in a race to our orgasms. Riley beats me to the door and throws it open before pulling me in behind him and slamming it shut.
"I have all kinds of fun without you, J. You just aren't around to see it happen."
What? Oh hell no, he hasn't been fucking around without me. Has he? That dirty little fucker.
"What exactly have you been doing for fun, Ri?" I ask, as I pull his body flush against mine and grip his ass tightly with both hands.
"Wouldn't you like to know," he teases, and I growl, pulling him in for a kiss.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I would. And you're gonna be a good boy and show me. Now get your ass in the bedroom." I squeeze his butt cheeks one last time, and then he giggles and runs off toward the bedroom.
I smirk and take my time following, stopping in the kitchen for a glass of water and then in the hall bathroom to take a piss.
"Jas-perrr. Hurry up!" Riley shouts down the hall, and I imagine him already naked, sprawled across our bed. Ready. Eager little slut.
"Keep your jizz in your dick, babe. I'll be there in a second." I call back to him, zip up and flush. I give my hands a quick splash in the sink, knowing he'll be listening for me to wash after peeing, then wipe them dry on my pant legs as I head toward the bedroom.
"There you are. Get over here." Just as I assumed, Riley is naked in the center of the bed, with the bottle of lube lying next to him. He pats the bed insistently, and I walk toward him, slowly stripping my clothes.
My shirt falls to the floor in a heap. Then, I step out of my jeans one leg at a time and leave them lying where they fall. Next, I pull my crusty boxers down and off and reach for my socks.
"No! I mean, leave them." Riley looks at me shyly after his outburst. Kinky fucker loves it when I leave on my socks. I wonder if Edward has noticed yet.
"Okay, okay. Jeez," I tease him, climbing onto the bed. He reaches for me instantly, trying to pull me on top of him.
"Nope. I believe you have a demonstration of sorts to show me." I sit back on my heels on the bed and cross my arms over my chest, just barely out of his reach.
"Oh, really. I see how it is." Riley leans back on the pillows and wastes no time. He brings one hand to his chest, slowly tracing around his own nipple. The other hand slides from his stomach down lower, only stopping when he reaches his already-hard cock, taking it somewhat roughly and stroking a few times.
"Fuck, Jasper." He reaches for the lube and pours a small amount in the palm of his hand, then grasps himself once again, pumping slowly up and down. His eyes are closed, and I can't help but wonder what he's thinking about.
"What are you thinking, babe? What gets you this turned on?" I settle in on the bed next to him, close enough to touch, but I keep my hands to myself for now.
"Remember that time when you came home from working a double last month, and you were so exhausted? But I had been waiting all evening for you to get home so I could pounce on you?"
"The time you greeted me at the door in nothing but your "It's Only Kinky The First Time" underwear? Yeah, I remember." I reach down and touch myself just thinking about that night. He had launched into a full description of a fantasy with myself and Edward involving nothing more than a wall, two sets of handcuffs and a bottle of cherry-flavored lube.
"That. That's what I'm thinking about right now."
"The fantasy you described?" I play with myself lazily.
"No." Riley opens his eyes and looks at me. "The way you fucked me the night I described that fantasy." Fuck me. I moan and throw my head back against the pillow next to his.
"No. Sit up. You wanted a show, right?" Riley pushes my shoulder until I'm sitting next to him again, all the while holding my gaze and stroking his cock.
As soon as I'm situated for a full viewing, he puts some more lube on the fingers on his other hand and reaches down farther, past his balls, past the sensitive spot behind them, and straight for his back entrance. He teases with a finger, making small teasing circles, and bites his lip to hold in his moans.
"Oh fuck, Jasper, I want you. Always. You know that right? I want you holding me, talking to me, kissing me, fucking me. I want it all."
Fuck. When he talks like that, it's every bit as hot as when we talk dirty. It's open, raw honest. It reminds me of all the reasons why I love him. And all those reasons make me horny as hell.
"Don't tease me with that finger, Riley. Do something with it or get it out of the way so my cock can get in there." I'm practically panting at this point, and I can't wait to fuck him.
"Well do you want to do it, or do you want me to? Which is it?" Riley knows better than to get mouthy with me. Well, this kind of mouthy anyway.
I grab his middle finger in my right hand and use it to rub a circular pattern around his hole. "I want you to get yourself ready. For my dick." I let go of his hand just as he slides the same finger inside slowly and moans.
"Fuck. Jasper, I want you."
"Oh you're gonna have me, baby. Just you wait. Now stretch yourself. That's it. Are you ready to add another finger? Slowly, Ri. In and out. Stretch a little. Like that." I talk him through preparing himself, all while palming my own dick in my left hand. I need to come again so badly. When he starts working the two fingers in and out more roughly, rapidly, I moan and reach over to halt his ministrations.
"Are you ready? Because I need to be inside you." We're finally close enough to kiss and Riley leans in, expectant and greedy.
"Yes. Fuck me. Please," he begs, and I almost come just from the sound of his voice.
We share one long, deep kiss, the kind where I lose track of whose tongue is whose, before I break from his lips and tug him off the bed with me.
"Where are we going?"
"Oh, we're not going anywhere. You wanted me to fuck you. Bend over that bed, and I'll do just that."
Riley smirked at me before slowly turning and lowering his head and shoulders down onto the bed, leaving his tight little ass sticking up in the air.
"Oh yeah. Just like that." I don't waste any time before easing myself into him and making sure he's fully ready for me.
He groans into the covers and lets out what sounds like a muffled "Float fleas fee." I take it as "Don't tease me" and pull back sharply before slamming into him repeatedly. I reach down and grab the back of Riley's hair gently, but still tugging on it the way he likes, and he moans even more.
"You like that, you little slut? You like me pulling your hair?" I tug it sharply a few times before slapping him sharply on the ass cheek with my other hand.
"Oh fuck. Yes. Please!" He's pushing back against me, meeting my every thrust, so I know this is turning him on.
"You were so good for me, at the movie theater. Sucking off Edward like you did. You like sucking cock, don't you Riley? You live for that shit, don't you?" I give him another rough smack on the other ass cheek, and he groans.
"Fuck. Yes. Jazz, fuck me. I wanna come."
"Oh, you're gonna come. You're gonna come so hard you forget your own name. Know why? Because no one else ever fucks you like I do, do they? I'm the best you'll ever have, all you'll ever need." With that, I let go and really pound into him, leaving alternating light and hard smacks across his ass as we go. After a few minutes, I feel him tightening around me and his moans of pleasure intensify, so I remove the hand from his hair and reach around to stroke his cock.
"Shit. Oh God. I'm coming. Fuck!" He's nearly incoherent as he rides out his orgasm hunched over the bed, me thrusting behind him with one hand jerking him off and the other resting on his now-pink butt cheek.
I let him control the motions as he comes down from his high, and we both slow to a stop before he collapses on the bed.
"Babe, you okay?"
"Fuck. I'm more than okay. Give me a second, and I can take care of you." Riley is panting, so I pull out of him and turn him over on the bed, covering his neck, shoulder, and then chest in wet kisses.
"You don't have to take care of shit as long as I can keep fucking you." He gives me a relaxed grin and scoots further back on the bed, pulling me on top of him.
"Always."
After applying some more lube, I enter him slowly, pushing one of his bent legs up toward his shoulder. We both sigh at the contact, a reminder of how good we can be when it's just the two of us.
We find a steady rhythm, slow and deliberate, with lazy kisses and meaningful stares. After all the build-up, it doesn't take long before I'm on the edge of my own orgasm.
"Ri, I'm gonna come," I whisper, watching as a single droplet of sweat falls from my brow onto his chest.
"Let go then, J. Just let go." He pulls me down for one last kiss, and his tongue on my lip feels like home. I fall over the edge, finding his eyes with my own just as I come deep inside him.
"I love you. So much."
"I love you too, Jazz. Always."