Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, dialogue, quotes, et cetera related to the Twilight Saga are the property of Stephenie Meyer and or the property of their respective owners. Play on lyrics of Constant Craving belongs to K.D. Lang and Ben Mink. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. The original plot is the property of the author. Also this is my fictional version of Forks to help suit the story better and has no reflection on the real town of Forks, Washington whatsoever.
A/N: A tremendous amount of gratitude to my lovely beta the very talented abbymickey24; if you enjoy non-canon please check out her stories, she's fabulous. A very special thank you to Nic for starting my love of slash, I miss you my dear friend. Also a heartfelt thank you and much flove to my sisters/cheerleaders/partners in crime: Misty, Brandi and Cricket for all their help and encouragement along the way.
A/n2: Just a friendly reminder; this story takes place back in 2014, thank you.
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Dedicated to Brad Wade; gone, but never forgotten.
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~Chapter 10~ The Love Boat - Memorial Day Weekend ~ Part 3 ~ Carlisle's point of view...
After awaking from our short slumber, we decide to have a light lunch of antipasto on the sundeck. Going the more sensual route we leave the silverware below and feed each other an assortment of cured meats, olives, various cheeses, and marinated vegetables, along with slices of bruschetta. I have never shared a meal like this with anyone before, and while a part of me thinks the whole thing seems overly sappy romantic, I still enjoy every minute of it with him.
Once we finish our lunch, we spend the rest of the afternoon cuddling together in the lounge chair, chatting about nonsensical things and playing a dirty version of Would You Rather; essentially enjoying our time together and getting to know one another better. When we run out of things to say, we make out like a couple of teenagers all hot and heavy until the sun sets and the evening sky begins filling with stars, leaving a chill in the air.
Jasper shivers next to me and his skin slowly breaks out in goose bumps. "Hey, why don't we head on inside and get you warmed up. Are you getting hungry?" I ask and rub my hand up and down his chilly arm, trying to warm him.
"Yea, that sounds great." Jasper agrees, and gets up, bringing me with him.
We climb back down the ladder to the porch, and I head for the galley as Jasper makes his way over to the bathroom to clean up and change back into some warmer clothes.
After washing up in the sink, I open the mini-fridge and take out Gianna's ravioli casserole. Sitting it down on the countertop, I remove the saran wrap and place it into the microwave to reheat. Next I find the small loaf of homemade crusty bread, and slice off several slices. I place them on a small serving plate along with a little tub of her garlic-herb butter. Returning to the mini-fridge I grab the bowl with the tossed salad and the bottle of Italian vinaigrette.
"Is there anything I can help with, babe?" I hear from behind me and turn to see Jasper dressed in his grey sweats from earlier this morning and a long-sleeved black t-shirt; and by the outline protruding from the front of his sweatpants, I'd say the boy is going commando. Seeing him like this sends my thoughts straight to the gutter.
Slightly shaking my head free from those salacious thoughts, I clear my throat and answer his question, "Everything is already taken care of, Gianna left us some dinner and I'm just warming it up and putting the rest together. If you'd like, you can turn on the fireplace and some music." I point over towards the living room area.
"Consider it done." Jasper smiles and turns around heading over to the fireplace and flipping the wall switch on, a mere second later the flames flicker to life and dance about. He makes his way over to the entertainment center next, and after a quick fumble with the stereo, soft strains of instrumental music permeates the room with a romantic melody.
I turn my attention back to getting dinner ready to serve; I place the bread and butter along with the salad and dressing on the breakfast bar. Opening the cupboards and drawers, I grab our dishes and utensils. Jasper walks up behind me and kisses my neck and squeezes my hip as I'm sitting our place setting and silverware down on top of the bar. He moves away over to the mini-fridge and takes out a couple bottles of iced tea and sits them down next to our plates.
The microwave dings and I grab the oven mitts and remove the bubbly casserole. I sit it down between our plates and grab a serving spoon, placing it into the casserole.
Jasper takes a seat on one of the bar stools and then pulls out mine. As I walk around to join him, he starts dishing up my plate, and then makes his own.
"Thank you." I say and take my seat next to him, giving his thigh a tender squeeze.
"No, thank you, this all looks wonderful and smells terrific." Jasper ripostes in appreciation.
"You're welcome, though as I said, I can't take the credit, it's all Gianna's doing." I reiterate with a smile and wave for him to start eating.
Dinner is a somewhat quite affair, just the soft strains of music, a few murmurs of words and our savory moans as we enjoy our meal together. We continuously touch one another in small ways; a caress here, a small brush there, and whispers of kisses everywhere. It's like we can't stop touching, needing to feel close to each other in one way or another.
Finishing the last bite of his food, Jasper groans in satisfaction, "Man that woman sure can cook, if I wasn't gay and didn't have you, I think I'd try to snatch her away from Anthony." Jasper quips and pats his toned abdomen.
I'm render stupefied for a moment on him 'having me'; I like hearing it more than I should. "Um yes, Gianna is a fantastic cook and she always makes the best Italian food I've ever had. Speaking of, if you have room she also left us some Italian cream cupcakes for dessert."
Jasper groans again and lolls his head, "Damn, babe, that sounds so good, though I doubt I could eat another bite right now. How 'bout we save them for later on?"
"Sounds good to me, but I thought I'd offer, just in case." I agree and finish off the last of my tea.
"Ya' know what does sound good?" Jasper asks eagerly.
"What?" I inquire curiously, willing to give him whatever he desires.
A bath; it would be a true shame to let that impressive Jacuzzi tub go to waste. So, ya wanna get naked and take a soak with me?" he suggests in a persuasive manner as he slowly runs his hand along my upper thigh, his touch causing my cock to twitch and start to lengthen.
"How can I say no to an offer like that?" I intone playfully, placing my hand over his.
"Ya don't." he smirks and waggles his eyebrows.
"Then I'd love too." I accede with an amused chuckle and lean in to softly kiss his lips.
"Great, I'll get this all cleaned up since ya put it all together, and you go run us a bath." Jasper instructs and we share another quick kiss. He starts gathering up the dishes as he smilingly waves me off in the direction of the bathroom.
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Walking into the bathroom, I remove the cover atop of the Jacuzzi tub and slide it down in-between the wall and tub. Reaching over I turn on the water, adjusting the knobs until I get a comfortable temperature. When the tub is three-fourths full I shut the water off, and then reach over turning on the jets; a second later the water becomes lively as active bubbles start swirling all about.
As I start to undress and drop my shirt on the floor, Jasper joins me in the bathroom, running the palm of his hand sensually along my bare back, moving around until he's facing me. I reach out lifting up the hem of his shirt, and then tug it over his head, dropping it to the floor next to mine. Our hands explore bare flesh until our fingers encounter the remainder of our clothing, tugging on drawstrings and popping buttons, we remove each other's pants and step out of them.
I step in the tub first and sit down, pressing my back up against the edge and then spread my legs making room for Jasper to join me. Holding my hand out to him, he takes it and steps into the tub, taking his place between my legs. He then scoots back until his back meets my chest and my hard cock is nestled snuggly in-between us, causing Jasper and I to moan from the contact. I wrap my arm around him; splaying my hand over his upper abdomen, holding him tightly to me, enjoying the incredible sensation of Jasper's closeness and the hot bubbling water.
Jasper reclines his head back, resting it upon my shoulder, letting out a tranquil sigh. I turn and kiss the side of his head and then lean my head back against the wall. Feeling utter contentment, I close my eyes and soak in the heat from his body and the relaxing water.
"Damn, this feels good." Jasper sighs and caresses his fingertips along my legs.
I hum in agreement and start softly playing with the ends of his hair, moving my fingers through the wavy tendrils in a laggard motion. The hot pulsating water continuously swirls all around, lulling us into a peaceful state of languor.
"Did you hear that? What's that noise?" Jasper asks sounding befuddled, breaking our serene ambiance.
"Hmm?" I murmur in a relaxed stupor. Opening my eyes, I try to figure out what he's referring to, though remain clueless when I don't hear anything out of the ordinary.
"Right there... that clicking, whistle noise. What the heck is that?" Jasper points out with a slight tilt of his head, as if it would help him hear the sound better.
I listen more carefully, then notice a slight clicking sound followed by a high-pitched whistle. "Um, it sounds like it might be an orca. I've seen a small pod of them swim through this area when I've been out here before. I've even spotted other pods a time or two when out on the Puget Sound." I reply.
"Well that's neat. Can't say I've ever seen a whale in the wild before." he says and lays his head back against my shoulder again.
"They're actually dolphins." I correct nonchalantly.
I feel him lightly chuckle. "Really now, hmm… Well, they're all just really big fish to me." he shrugs a shoulder.
"Mammals," I murmur into his hair, with a slight chuckle.
"Okay, smartass." Jasper mock huffs, and tries to stifle a chuckle.
Chuckling, I tug on the ends of his hair and then go back to running my fingers through his wavy tresses; loving the soft texture of it. "Have I ever told you I love your hair?" I ask, and continue to run my fingers through his hair, lightly massaging my fingertips along his scalp.
"Not in so many words, but I've had an inkling a time or twelve," he quietly snickers. "The last time it was this long was when I was seventeen, right before my admission into West Point. Once I was in the academy, it was nothin' but military haircuts for me until I retired from the Army. After having no control over it for more than a decade, it just felt right to let it grow out again."
"I'm glad you did, its sexy as hell." I murmur and lean my head down, kissing the top of his shoulder. At his breathy moan, I continue to kiss along his shoulder and over to the crook of his neck, gently nipping and sucking at his tender flesh.
Jasper mewls and tilts his head giving me more room. Lingering my lips at the crook of his neck, I gradually slide my hand down along his ribcage, over the contours of his lower abdomen, over his bare pelvis, and to where I find him hard and twitching under my palm. Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I start stroking his erection in an unhurried manner, kissing along his neck and whispering dirty enticements in his ear.
"Jeezus yer killin' me, take me to bed, darlin'." Jasper breathlessly moans.
With one more kiss upon his neck, I move my hands and nudge his hips upwards, "Well, then get that gorgeous ass of yours moving."
I watch as he carefully gets out of the tub, captivated by the rivulets of water running down his muscular form; wishing I could trail after them with my tongue. Jasper's breathy chuckle brings me back and I notice him holding his hand out to help me out of the tub.
"I love how ya always get so lost lookin' at me like that; ya really are great for my ego."
"Well, you are truly worth getting lost over, you're absolutely gorgeous. I think I could spend the rest of my life looking at you and never tire of the sight." I say fervidly.
"C'mere," Jasper beckons, "flattery will get ya everywhere with me and right now, hopefully inside me." he insinuates and I take his hand, stepping out of the tub.
As I step out onto the bathmat with Jasper, he reaches over for the towels hanging on the rack; he hands me one and keeps the other for himself. We leisurely start to dry each other off, in-between roaming hands, teasing kisses and words of pleasures to come.
A shrill ringing startles us both for an instant, followed by another ring a second later. Realizing it's my cell phone; I wrap the towel around my waist and head into the bedroom. Before I can reach my bag the ringing stops, and then immediately starts ringing again.
I hastily pull my phone out of the side pocket of my overnight bag. Looking down, I check the caller identification seeing it says: Esme. A flash of irritation shoots right through me at the sight of her name; however, I then notice the time: ten-forty-eight-pm. My irritation fades slightly and I begin to worry if something is wrong and if my father is okay.
"Please excuse me for a moment, I should take this." I say a little contrite and try not to grimace; feeling rude leaving him right now to take her call.
Jasper nods with a slight pout, "No, problem, darlin'." and he goes back to toweling off his hair.
My phone stops ringing, only to start right back up again. Looking down and seeing Esme name once more I give Jasper an apologetic look. I drop my towel and grab one of the complimentary bathrobes and head for the front door. I step out onto the porch, closing the door behind me as I answer the call on the last ring.
"Esme, is everything alright?" I question, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice.
"Sorry to be calling so late, Carlisle, I hope I'm not disturbing Bell-la and you." Esme replies resentfully, with a slight slur.
"No you're not disturbing us, I haven't seen Bella in hours, however, I was about to turn in for the night. So care to tell me what has you calling repeatedly at this hour? Is my father alright?" I ask not feeling too guilty as I really didn't lie to her about seeing Bella.
"Why does there have to be something wrong for me to call, isn't it enough that I was missing you and wanted to hear your voice." Esme retorts and I swear I can hear someone giggling in the background, and then they mumble something about liquid courage.
"Have you been drinking?" I ask skeptically. The question seems so bizarre to even ask, as I've never known Esme to drink.
"Maybe just a teensy-weensy little bit. Shelly brought over a few bottles of this fabulous wine earlier this evening that she picked up at..." Esme trails off as I hear some murmuring, but can't make out what is being said. "That's right," Esme says loudly out of the blue. "Why is it you'll spend an entire weekend off with Bell-la and never with me?"
I exhale an irritated breath at her question and try not to roll my eyes. I really shouldn't be surprised at all to find out who's behind this: Shelly Cope; a fiery red-head, and the head secretary at Forks High School. Being Esme's dearest friend, she has continuously egged Esme on in the past to go after what she wants, namely me.
"First off, Bella and I are on a work related weekend as colleagues only. And secondly, even if we weren't, I've already made it perfectly clear to you many times that all there is between us is friendship and nothing more. You know as well as I do if we were to spend the weekend together we'd both have entirely two different outlooks of the situation." I clarify exasperatedly.
"How would you truly know when you've never even given us that chance?" Esme retorts in a huff.
I want to shout at her, 'Because I'm gay, that's why.', but I hold my tongue and figure it best just to end this exasperating conversation. "It's late, Esme, and I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. I recommend Shelly and you drink a large glass of water along with a few Tylenol and head off to bed yourselves." I try to suggest cordially, even if I'm feeling anything but.
"Oh don't be such a fuddy-duddy, Carlisle..." she starts to scold.
"Goodnight, Esme." I say in a firmer tone and hang up, then turn my phone off for the night for good measure. Right now I don't care if the rest of the world starts coming to an end, all I want more than anything else is to lose myself with Jasper, and nothing else matters more than him at this moment; making me now regret taking her call.
Taking a brief moment to calm down, I stare out at the dark glimmering moonlit water, and shake my head in disbelief. I never would have thought in a million years Esme would ever end up drunk dialing me; hopefully she'll wake up hungover enough not to have any recollection that she'd even called me in the first place.
Feeling chilled and wanting desperately to get back to Jasper, I take a few deep cleansing breaths and open the door. Stepping back inside, I find Jasper laying face down, nuzzling my pillow and sprawled out in the middle of the bed naked and my cock instantly comes back to life.
I step up to the foot of the bed and drop my bathrobe, taking in the sight of him before me. His tone, sinful body and the colorful ink etched into his skin; all leaves me desiring him unlike anyone else before him. I then take notice up by his hip; there are two condoms and a bottle of lubricant, and I can't help the crooked smile that crosses my face at the sight of them.
"Is everything okay?" Jasper asks apprehensively, tilting his head to see me better.
"It is now," I reply reassuringly. "And seeing you like this makes it even better."
I slowly climb up onto the bed running the palms of my hands up the back of his calves, then on up to his thighs, and over the curvature of his ass. Pausing for a moment, I lean over and place a soft kiss right above the cleft of his amazing ass and then move up his tone back. I continue to move up his body until I'm straddling his upper thighs. I lean over slightly and start placing a smattering of kisses up his spine, where I trace the lines of his ink with the tip of my tongue and kiss each one of his stars; causing his flesh to quiver underneath my lips and his breath to quicken.
I kiss up to his neck and whisper huskily into his ear, "I've wanted you like this for so long now."
My rigid cock nestles perfectly into the crevice of his ass, as I slowly slide back and forth along his crack. I can feel him clenching his ass cheeks together adding tantalizing friction to the sensation.
"Mmm-damn, I've been dreamin' what it would be like to have you balls deep in my ass ever since I first caught ya sportin' a hard-on. You're so damn thick and long… and so fuckin' hard. Jeezus I can't wait to have ya buried deep." Jasper murmur-moans, and lifts his hips up, grinding his ass into me.
"There's nothing I want more, to be with you, in you." I profess and pick up the bottle of lubricant.
"Please." he moans breathily and bucks his hips back.
Popping the cap open, I pour a generous amount of lube over my fingers. I glide the tips of my fingers down the crevice between his cheeks and gently pull them apart revealing his soft pink puckered hole. I circle my fingertip around the sensitive flesh and watch as a shiver travels up his spine as a breathy drawn out moan escapes him.
"Oh-sweet-jeezus, please," he begs and rocks his hips back.
I gently push a finger inside of him, teasing his inner-walls with a featherlike touch. After a few minutes and with his breathy pleas for more, I add another finger and thrust them in and out at a measured pace. Reaching my other hand down between his thighs, I start to fondle and roll his balls in my palm, gently tugging on them as I continue to work him with my fingers, tapping his prostate when I'd trust deeper inside of him.
I keep working and stretching him open, until he's easily taking three of my fingers. I continue fucking him with my fingers, enjoying the way his body twitches and quivers from my touch, how his breath hitches and his muscle tighten when I hit that special spot within him.
"Mmm, as amazing as this feels if ya keep it up yer gonna make me come, darlin'." he whimper-moans pleadingly.
"And that's a bad thing how?" I ask teasingly, still working my fingers within him as my other hand tugs lightly on his balls.
He answers with a drawn out groan and I watch almost in slow motion as he arches his back up and rocks his hips backwards, taking in more of my fingers, then he slowly lowers himself back down onto the bed until he's grinding his cock into the mattress beneath him. His breathy moans are like music to my ears, and I'll never tire of hearing them.
"Fuck, darlin', I've wanted you for so fuckin' long, don't tease me any longer." he moans wantonly.
I continue to thrust my fingers and then rub the tips over his prostate, adding just the right amount of pressure to the sensitive gland. He withers and mewls against the bed; seeing him like this is breathtaking and I can't help loving how he responds to my touch.
"Oh-gawd, Carlisle, please, just fuck me. I can't take much more of this. I need you inside me now before I lose my ever-lovin' mind." he pleads, his tone sounding desperate.
Finally giving into his pleas, I remove my fingers and tap the outside of his upper thigh, "Turn over."
Jasper grunts a low disgruntle sounding noise at the loss of my fingers, but instantly flips over onto his back. Reaching out for me, he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into an intense kiss that soon deepens into slow and sultry. I feel his right leg wrap around my hip pulling me down upon him, my thick cock slides over his upper thigh leaving a trail of wetness behind. Soon our cocks rub and slide along one another, creating a titillating friction; causing my need for him to grow exponentially.
Pushing down on his solid chest, I try to right myself enough to sit back on my haunches. Looking down on the bed, I find one of the condoms lying next to the bottle of lube. Picking it up, I carefully rip the wrapper open; Jasper watches me intently as I pinch the tip and roll it down my rigid length.
I hear the click of the lube bottle opening and look towards Jasper, watching as he drizzles some into the palm of his hand. He reaches out for my cock, coating the condom as he strokes his hand up and down my length from base to tip.
I grab one of the pillows next to him and have him lift up so I can place it under his ass; he spreads his legs wide open for me. I hover over him and take the base of my cock in hand, rubbing the tip over his puckered flesh. Looking into Jasper's beautiful dark mocha eyes, I wait until he gives me a subtle nod and I slowly start to push into him.
There are no words accurate enough to describe the staggering sensations flooding through me. His sphincter slowly stretches to accommodate my girth, a low long throaty whimpering moan escapes him as the tip of my cock pushes further inside of him.
"Are you alright?" I ask breathlessly, stilling my movement.
"Yes, yes, need ya to move." he pleads eagerly as he arches his back pushing his ass into me. "It burns so fuckin' good, I need all of you."
I watch him biting his bottom lip to the point of leaving an indentation, mewling my name repeatedly and gripping my shoulders tightly. The exquisite sensation overwhelms me as I slowly continue to bury myself inside of him; marveling as inch by inch of my cock disappears until I'm finally balls deep, right were we both want me to be.
"So damn tight," I grit, stilling my hips giving him time to adjust to my girth. God he feels amazing wrapped so tightly around my length and I pray I can hold out long enough to make this good for the both of us.
"Oh fuu-uck, never felt so full," he exclaims breathlessly tossing his head back onto the pillow and scrunches his eyes shut. "Sublime fucking cock." he moans. "So full, so damn full, never felt so full before." Jasper utters in-between breathy pants.
The feeling of his tight warmth surrounding me is truly indescribable. Being with him like this surpasses all of my expectations, none of the fantasies I've had will ever amount to this moment.
He bucks his hips up, grinding his ass cheeks into my groin, begging me to move. I gingerly pull out and thrust back into him, setting a steady pace. Moments later with us both needing more, I slide my hands down his thighs and cup them under his knees, bringing his legs up to drape them over my shoulders, and thrust deeper into him as he writhes beneath me.
Time seems to come to a stand still while I'm buried deep within him, making love to him. It could be minutes, days, weeks, years even. All I know is I don't want this moment with him to ever end. He's come to mean so much to me, becoming everything to me…
"God I have fallen so hard for you." I avow vehemently, as I thrust deeper inside of him.
"Good, 'cause I fell for you long ago." he drawls out breathlessly.
With a blissful expression from his returned declaration, I lean back slightly and reach down between us; I wrap my hand around his rigid length and start stroking his cock in tandem with my thrusts into him, giving him what he's been so fond of saying; the best of both worlds.
"Oh-jeezus, fuck me, harder." he beseeches and tightens his grip on my hips.
Picking up my momentum, I thrust more vigorously, his breath stutters and with just a few more thrusts his tight inner muscles clench tightly around my throbbing cock. His whole body shudders violently and he arches up into me, I watch as he comes in several long spurts, all landing on his heaving chest while he calls out my name and several obscenities.
The exquisite sight of his climax, takes me over the edge with him. My thrusts become erratic as a pleasurable warmth radiates throughout my entire body, a second later I release deep within him; coming harder than I ever have before and with bated breath I moan out his name.
Collapsing down onto his chest, we wrap our arms around each other, utterly sated and content. After regaining our breath, we share tender kisses, caresses and loving words. Slowly extracting myself, I take a moment to go clean up and bringing back a warm washcloth to tend to Jasper.
Afterwards, Jasper pulls back the covers and we drowsily crawl in bed together, entwining around each other like a couple of vines. Tangled in our warm embrace, the gentle sway of the houseboat along with the sound of the ocean waves lapping against it soon lulls us into a peaceful slumber.
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I slowly regain consciousness to the sensation of feather-light kisses and barely there caresses down the nape of my neck and across my shoulder. My soft hum of contentment turns into a drawn out yawn. Turning my head and trying to look over my shoulder, hating the blurriness of my eyes restricting my sight from the gorgeous man next to me.
The morning light softly flitters through the window, bringing with it the realization that it's also Sunday morning; our last day here together and that we'll have to leave before long. Hating that thought, I try to push it away.
"I never want to leave this bed." I mumble groggily, in a sullen tone.
"Nobody says we have to leave it right this second." Jasper replies and pulls on my shoulder until I'm fully on my back, facing him.
He maneuvers himself over me until we're chest to chest, looking into each other's eyes. Our shared murmurs of good morning soon turn into passion filled kisses. Our hands caress and fondle over warm flesh, our bodies tangle around one another in a sensual rocking embrace; as the rest of the world fades away and time stands still once more.
Jasper's stomach rumbles loudly, startling us both and halting our make out session as we both chortle. Jasper sheepishly grins and leans in to kiss me again, but before his lips can touch mine his stomach growls even louder.
"I'm going to go grab us some breakfast before your stomach tries to eat itself." I murmur laughingly.
"Well, it's all yer fault, darlin', ya took it all out of me last night." he jibes with a crooked grin.
"Guilty and I won't be apologizing anytime soon either." I assert, and then softly kiss his lips one more time.
I slip out of bed and grab a pair of old scrub pants out of my overnight bag and pull them on. Raising my arms over my head I stretch and gingerly twist, trying to work the kinks out of my back. I swear the boy's virility just might be my undoing. I start to lower my arms...
"Oh-sweet-jeezus. Stay right there, don't ya dare move." Jasper demands and quickly reaches over for his cell phone. Humoring him, I stay still as I watch him poke at the screen which is soon followed by a slight flutter-click sound.
He pokes at his cell a few more times and then seems to be mesmerized by something on the screen. "May I move now?" I ask amusingly.
"Sure, darlin', I got what I wanted." he tells me with a roguish smirk.
With my curiosity peaked, I walk back towards the bed to see what he's done to his phone. Looking over his shoulder I see that he took a picture of me and has it set as his background. The image only shows my bare chest down to my knees. The morning sunlight shining through the window behind me has silhouetted my body, making my old scrub pants virtually see-thru, giving him the perfect outlined view of my semi-hard cock hanging heavy and low between my legs.
I shake my head and snigger, "Seriously? I can't believe you just set that as your background." I state incredulously.
"Sure, why not. It's a little memento of our getaway and a damn fine one at that." he drawls, then licks his lips.
"What if someone else sees it?" I ask as I saunter over to our kitchenette and get started on making us a fresh pot of coffee. Once it's ready I flip the button on the coffeemaker and it starts to brew. I move on next to the covered cake plate, removing the top and only finding half of the cinnamon-streusel coffee cake remaining; not that I'm surprised. I'm more surprised we didn't finish it off yesterday with how incredibly good it is.
"Don't care and only I will know it's you." he assures as he walks into the kitchenette; grabbing two mugs and plates from the cupboard.
He has a point, and part of me loves the thought he's taken it to have something to remind him of me and of our time here. I know this little bubble of ours isn't going to last much longer, and as much as I loathe having to leave it and head back to the cruel circumstance of reality I also know it's unavoidable. I know no one ever said the world plays fair, though having this time away with Jasper makes me resent it all that much more. I try to push those negative thoughts aside again and enjoy the remainder of our time left together here.
We soon find ourselves on the loveseat feeding each other bites of coffee cake, between soft kisses and sweet words; just acting like two mushy love struck fools and I cherish every single moment of it.
After we finish up with breakfast, we both clean up the galley and put everything away.
"How about a shower before we have to head back to the marina?" I suggest pulling him into my embrace.
"Sure, as long as ya join me." he smirks and squeezes my ass.
"Well that's what I originally had in mind." I reply lasciviously, stepping out of his arms and entwining our fingers together, leading him into the bathroom.
Opening the shower door, I turn on the water to heat up and we make quick work of discarding our clothing. The shower glass turns steamy and I open the door ushering Jasper inside, following him in and closing the door behind us; soon realizing it's a snug fit with the two of us inside.
Jasper reaches for the body wash, putting a generous amount into the palms of both of our hands. Lathering up the soap, we begin to lovingly wash each other. Our hands slide over wet soapy skin as we share passionate kisses. Running my hands down his body and between his thighs, I trace my fingertips along the rigid length of his cock, grasping the base I wrap my hand around him and stroke his cock firmly. Jasper's hands soon mimic mine in a mutual hand-job.
With us both on the edge of coming, Jasper halts his ministrations, "I want ya inside me." he murmurs enticingly as he turns around, pushing his ass into my groin. I grind my erection against his pert ass, and with a throaty moan he reaches his arms backwards, firmly grabbing the cheeks of my ass and pulls me up tighter against him, grinding his ass into my throbbing cock. Letting go of me, he tries to take a step forward to bend over, only to be met with the tiled wall.
"We need more room, too damn tight in here." Jasper groans out.
"I thought you liked it when it's tight. I taunt gruffly.
"Only when it involves yer sublime cock," Jasper refutes sassily.
I can barely get the water turned off before Jasper is dragging me by my hand out of the shower. Forgoing towels, we stumble down the short hallway; our lips awkwardly latched to one another's in a fervent kiss, as our hands grope wet naked slick flesh.
Jasper twists us around and tumbles me backwards onto the bed, no sooner than my back hits the mattress, he's climbing up and straddling my thighs, a mere second later we're completely lost in a passion-filled frenzy.
~o0o~
Several hours later we reluctantly extract ourselves from our tangled embrace and get out of bed. Jasper staggers bowlegged to the bathroom with a blissed-out, satisfying expression and it's my turn to look smug for a change.
We get cleaned up and dressed for the day. Afterwards, we spend a few moments tidying up the houseboat, and make sure our bags are repacked and ready to go. A sadness creeps over me knowing our time here at our little secluded cove is up.
Stepping out onto the porch, we both stop and take in the beautiful view one more time. The late morning sunlight glistens off the water, the trees slightly swaying in the salted breeze, the birds happily chirping away, welcoming a new day.
"I'm really gonna miss it here. Thank ya, darlin', this has been an amazing weekend, one of the best ever." Jasper states and gives me a tender kiss.
"You're welcome. I'm glad I got to share this with you." I say sincerely, pulling him into my embrace. Looking into his mocha eyes, "If you'd like, the next time we're free from the hospital we'll come back, hopefully for longer."
"I'd love that." Jasper concurs with a jubilant smile.
Sharing a tender kiss, we sigh and let go, stepping away to busy ourselves for our jaunt back to the marina. I begin to diligently check over the outboard motor and top off all the fluids, then place it back into the water. I then move over and start pulling up the anchor and stowing it away. Meanwhile, Jasper brings out a couple bottles of iced tea along with our cupcakes from last night and sets up our chairs for the trip back.
With everything ready to go, we share a somber smile as we both take our seats. I turn the engine over and maneuver the houseboat out of the cove and back out into the Strait. As we gradually travel along an air of melancholy seems to surround us, leaving us both quiet and contemplative.
The sight of sparkling mist spouting high up into the air catches my attention. I look out across the canal and spot a huge black dorsal fin breaking the surface of the water. Seconds later several smaller fins appear, spouting more watery mist up into the air, the sunlight causing it to shimmer like diamonds.
"Look." I exclaim and point at the pod of orcas off in the distance.
"Oh wow, that sure is a sight to behold." Jasper utters in awe. "Do ya think they're the ones we heard last night?"
"They could be." I reply, enjoying the incredible sight before us.
It looks to be at least a dozen or so orcas traveling together, one larger dorsal fin standing out among the rest. They're simply majestic creatures and getting to see them like this out in the wild is astounding and I'll never tire of the sight.
We continue to watch in awe as a few of them start porpoising ahead of the others, the rest of the pod gracefully moves through the glittering water a short distance behind. Suddenly, a calf breaches out of the water, leaping up into the air and playfully splashes back down, landing on its side next to its mother; surprising the both of us and making us laugh boisterously. Sadly minutes later the pod dives back under the surface and out of our sight.
The rest of our trip back to the marina feels bittersweet. I struggle with the thought of turning around and going back to the cove; where it's so much simpler to be with him. There's no one there to tell us what we feel for each other is depraved, no leering looks of disgust, and no threat of being ostracized for being who we are; it's just simply me and him, and it's perfect.
Before I know it the Marina comes into view, making the trip back seem quicker than our trip to the cove; though isn't that how it always works out when you're dreading the end of something great.
After I get us docked, Jasper heads inside to grab our bags as I get all the lines tied back up and secured to the dock once more. Jasper soon reemerges with our bags in hand and I remorsefully lock up the houseboat. With one last lingering look, we both step onto the dock and head off hand in hand for the office to turn the key back in.
Gianna greets us with a radiant smile as we step inside the office. She grabs my hand and tells me it was wonderful having me back and then chastises me about working to hard, and that I need to stay longer next time. Next she looks towards Jasper with a wishful expression and says she hopes he'll be coming back with me when I return. She then gushes on in a mixture of English and Italian, about true happiness and amore, and something about Jasper and I needing to stay together, belonging together; anime gemelle.
Jasper and I share a meaningful look at hearing her favorable words; giving me a sense of hope, knowing I'll always be able to share this part of my life with Jasper without any form of revulsion, only amity and acceptance. It all makes me even more thankful for having Gianna in my life.
Afterwards, we thank Gianna profusely for everything along with several heartfelt hugs. We wish her and Anthony farewell with a promise of coming back as soon as possible. Stepping out of the office, we head back to the parking lot hand and hand. As we reach Jasper's car, we toss our bags into the trunk and get in.
From my passenger seat, I take one last longing look out at our houseboat and the ocean beyond and know unfortunately our time is finally up; we have to go back to the real world, back to pretending to be someone I'm not, someone that's falling hard for a man, a man that by their beliefs is reprehensible for me to be with. How the hell are we going to do this?
~o0o~
The drive back is quiet, and we both seem to be lost in our thoughts as the scenery blurs by entirely too quickly for my liking. Resting my hand upon Jasper's upper thigh, my fingertips caress his inner-thigh in small lazy circles as my mind continues to wander. All of the 'what ifs' won't stop plaguing my mind.
Several miles from Sappho, Jasper laces our fingers together, bringing the back of my hand up to his lips, he places a soft, sweet kiss to my skin, and then rests our joined hands back on his thigh. "Everything will be alright." he says, trying to sound reassuringly.
I nod my response and hope he's right.
When we pull into the rest area we see only Bella is here, already waiting on us, sitting in the passenger seat of my Lexus. She looks up and smiles brightly as we pull up next to my car, a second later she goes back to reading her Kindle giving us a semblance of privacy.
"Ya' know this is only the beginning, I want you and I'm not givin' up. We'll find a way to make this work between us. I'll do whatever it takes, Carlisle, I promise ya that." Jasper avows.
"I'll hold you to that." I reply in a wishful tone.
"Darlin', ya can hold me to anything you want too, preferably up against you, naked." he teases with a salacious grin.
"You're incorrigible." I mock rebuke, shaking my head and trying my best to stifle my grin.
Jasper laughs heartily, "You wouldn't have me any other way."
"You're right, I wouldn't." I agree frankly and grin.
We all too soon say our goodbyes, and I yearn to kiss him one more time, though, I think better of it; knowing this isn't a good place to do so. We squeeze each other's hands tightly, and with one last lingering look of wistfulness, I reluctantly get out of his car. Jasper pops the trunk and I grab my overnight bag from inside and shut the top down, waving at his rearview mirror I step away from his car.
Jasper and I share one last wave goodbye as he turns his car around and heads back towards Forks. My chest tightens as I watch him drive away, and it feels like he's taking a piece of me with him.
With a heavy sigh, I turn towards my car and see Bella still reading her Kindle in the passenger seat. I pause for a moment and wait for the feelings of betrayal to come back to me, though they never come. Surprised, I wonder if I should still confront her on what Jasper had divulged to me. I know deep down she didn't do it to be malicious, and the more I think about it, I realize Jasper and I wouldn't have shared this amazing weekend together if she hadn't done what she did. And for that, I can forgive her and let this go.
Walking up to my car, I open the back door and place my overnight bag inside. I then slip into the driver's seat of my car and look towards Bella, "Did we keep you waiting long?"
"Not long at all, I got here around twenty-minutes ago and spent the time reading my new release." she replies putting her Kindle down and then pulls the seatbelt across her and locks it in place. "So, how was your weekend, doc?" she asks with anticipation.
"More than I ever imagined it to be." I reply genuinely and can't keep the stupid grin from my face. "How was yours?"
"Very satisfying." she answers cheekily, with a matching grin as she wiggles in her seat. She then gives me a boastful look, "See, I told you so, I knew you two would be fabulous together. And it's about damn time you finally got laid, it looks good on you, doc."
"Such a smartass," I quip, shaking my head, lightly chortling and smiling in return, "You ready to head home, brat?"
"No more than you are, but we gotta go unfortunately." she answers bleakly, her smile fading slightly.
I somberly nod, wishing we both didn't have to live such surreptitious lives and we could freely be with the men we wanted, without the unjust drama.
Halfheartedly, I turn over the ignition and put the car in gear and head back towards Forks; back towards an existence I wasn't ready to deal with yet. As the miles pass by, my thoughts turn more brooding; after spending the weekend with Jasper, how do I go back to acting like nothing has changed? How do I go back to living under false pretenses? More importantly, how the hell do I act like the boy is nothing more to me than a mere colleague? How the hell do I hide my true feelings for him, let alone not being able to touch and kiss him freely whenever I so choose; basically forcing us into my so called closet, hiding what we feel for each other like it's some dirty little secret. All of it makes me wonder, is it really worth it…
~o0o~
A/N: Hope y'all enjoyed the rest of their getaway on their floating love shack. Well, back to Fork we go… Thank you all for your wonderful reviews, favs and follows, they all mean more to me then mere words can express and I truly appreciate them all. Until next Friday, I hope y'all have a great week.