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Author's note: It's the weekend - even if our boys have forgotten. Let's see how they spend it. It's a short chapter but I couldn't resist having a bit of fun with the guys.
Chapter 11
JPOV
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Mmmmm.
I felt warm, lazy, sated.
I must have had one hell of a dream.
I ran my hand languidly down my chest. I assumed my sheets were in their usual tangle on the floor as my body was exposed to the air, just how I liked to sleep. I'd open my eyes in a minute and get ready for work. The alarm hadn't gone off yet so there was no rush. I ran my hand a little lower, skimming my smooth abs and found cold, damp, sticky come under my fingertips. I frowned, still not opening my eyes to the bright morning light. What the fuck? I hadn't come in my sleep since I was a very young teenager. I grinned; it must have been one hell of a dream. Wish I could remember it. My hand drifted lower and found my cock hard and ready to face the day.
Mmmmm, I loved waking up.
I pulled slowly and lazily a few times, enjoying the sensation of my fingers wrapped loosely around myself, the feeling of laziness, the few minutes of peace before the alarm went off.
Wait a minute. It couldn't be that early could it? Why the hell had the alarm not gone off? I turned my head and forced my eyes to open, wincing as the sudden brightness assaulted them and tried to focus on the clock sitting on my nightstand.
The red numbers swam fuzzily into focus. Shit, I was late.
~GF~
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EPOV
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Mmmmm.
I felt warm, lazy, sated.
I must have had one hell of a dream.
I ran my hand languidly down my chest, pushing the thick warm comforter up from where it was enclosing my body snugly, just how I liked to sleep.
I'd open my eyes in a minute and get ready for work. The alarm hadn't gone off yet, so there was no rush. I ran my hand lower, over my abs and down to the light trail of hair below my navel. To my surprise, I found cold damp, sticky skin and fabric surrounding my fingers. I frowned, still not opening my eyes to the bright morning light. What the hell? I hadn't had a wet dream since I was a kid. It must have been one hell of a dream to make me mess up the bed sheets like this. More laundry to do. Wish I could remember the dream though. My fingers searched and found my cock.
Mmmmm, I loved waking up these days. It was so much nicer to wake up hard and ready to face the day than how things had been before.
I pulled slowly, lazily a few times enjoying the sensation of my fingers wrapped firmly around myself, the feeling of laziness, the few minutes of peace before the alarm went off.
Wait a minute. It couldn't be that early could it? Why the hell had my phone's alarm not gone off? I forced myself to let go of my cock and reach out from under the covers to try to find my phone on the nightstand. Fumbling it the right way up in front of my face, I pressed a button to wake it up, focused my bleary eyes and looked at the time.
Shit, I was late.
~GF~
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JPOV
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I jumped out of bed, rushed through the quickest shower in history, threw some clothes on and started to brush my teeth before I realised it was a Saturday. I didn't work on Saturdays.
What an idiot.
I hadn't forgotten to set my alarm last night, it had worked perfectly. Though I had been pretty distracted when I had gone to bed.
I slowed my movements as I thought about last night and Edward. Talking, laughing, kissing, coming. Yeah, last night had been pretty distracting all right. I sighed staring at myself in the bathroom mirror. I was awake now; I might as well think things through and try to straighten my head a bit. Because where Edward was concerned, I was a mess.
~GF~
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EPOV
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I jumped out of bed, ran down the hallway to the bathroom, had the quickest shower in history, threw on some clothes and started to brush my teeth. It was a Saturday. I had a full filming schedule today and I was running late.
What an idiot.
I'd forgotten to set my alarm last night, not surprising since I had been pretty distracted when I'd gone to bed.
I slowed down as I thought about last night and Jasper. Talking, laughing, kissing, coming. Yeah, last night had been pretty distracting all right. I'd already made my mind up about him. I knew what I was going to do and that I wouldn't give up on him. I could only hope that he came up with the same conclusions. Because where Jasper was concerned, I was determined he was mine. I just had to make sure he knew that.
~GF~
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JPOV
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It was mid morning and part way into the Scooby-Doo marathon on Nicktoons before I realised we hadn't met up for breakfast. Well, of course, we hadn't. I wasn't there today, so obviously I wasn't going to be there for breakfast. But neither of us had thought of that last night. We'd both said 'see you tomorrow' when he left and we'd just assumed that that's what we'd do.
Fuck.
He'd think I'd stood him up.
After the way I'd behaved last night, trying to throw him out and treating him like shit, I needed to let him know that I'd done some good hard thinking this morning while sitting in front of the TV and that I wanted to try and make things work between us. And here I'd fucked everything up already.
I wanted to date him. I wanted to do things right. I wanted to know everything about him. And I wanted him. God, he had a beautiful ass.
That's what waking up early and having hours of thinking time can do. It can make you sort out your priorities and stop bullshitting yourself. There was no way I was going to be able to live with myself if I didn't really try with this man. He was already important to me and quite apart from the instant sexual attraction that I'd felt, there was so much more. I owed it to myself to try no matter how shit scared I was of getting hurt again. So I'd decided that that's what I would do. Try.
But I'd fucked it up already by standing him up and not even thinking to let him know or apologise. I frowned as Fred unmasked Old-Man-Cuthbertson amid gasps from Velma, Daphne and Shaggy. Why the hell was I watching this? When you dated someone, you didn't stand them up and not apologise, did you? What the fuck did I know about dating someone? Apart from the-asshole-who-shall-not-be-named, I'd never dated anyone. And I was pretty sure weekend fucks at the motel didn't count anyway. So what the hell should I do now?
I was so fucked.
~GF~
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EPOV
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It was the middle of the morning and the middle of a scene before I realised we hadn't met for breakfast. Well, of course we hadn't. I'd been late so I'd skipped breakfast and came straight to the set to begin work. But last night we'd both said 'see you tomorrow' and I'd assumed that we'd see each other here for breakfast.
Hell.
He'd think I'd stood him up.
After the way I'd behaved last night, throwing myself on him and acting like a desperate horny teenager, I needed him to know that I wasn't just after sex with him and that I wanted to try to make things really work between us. And here I'd messed everything up already.
I wanted to date him. I wanted to do things right. I wanted to know everything about him. And I wanted him. God, he was an amazing kisser.
That's what hours of non-sleep over the last week could do. It could make you really look at your life and realise what a sham it had been. There was no way I was going to be able to live with myself if I didn't really try with this man. He was already incredibly important to me and apart from the intense sexual attraction that I felt, there was so much more. I owed it to myself to try. So I'd decided that that's what I would do.
But I'd messed it up already by standing him up this morning. I carefully focused my camera on the two naked men sucking each other off on the bed in front of me. I loved my job. As I watched and worked, I thought about missing breakfast with Jasper. When you dated someone, you didn't stand them up and offer no word of apology or explanation, did you? What the hell did I know about dating someone? The two women who I'd had relationships with in the past both just sort of organised everything, telling me what to do and what not to do. How did I know if those relationships were how things were supposed to be?
So, what the hell should I do now?
I was so fucked.
~GF~
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JPOV
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I made myself a sandwich for lunch as I thought about things. I'd call him. It was obviously what I should do. I'd call, apologise for missing breakfast and arrange to - I hesitated over the unfamiliar phrase - go out tonight. We could ... I racked my brain furiously. This was ridiculous. I was an intelligent guy, why was this so hard? We could get something to eat, hit some slots at one of the casinos and catch a show. Yeah, something like that.
No problem.
Except I didn't have his cell number.
Shit. It was the first thing you did when you met a guy whose pants you wanted to get into. You got his number. However with Edward, I'd been so distracted by his smile, not to mention his beautiful ass, I hadn't even done that. And after getting to know him a bit more last night, I'd still forgotten to get his number.
Now what was I going to do?
~GF~
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EPOV
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I grabbed one of Sharon's delicious sandwiches out of the fridge as I tried to decide what to do next about Jasper. I'd call him. It was obviously what I should do. I'd call, apologise for missing breakfast with him and arrange to - I smiled nervously as I thought about it - go out tonight. It would be the first time I had ever asked someone out. We could ... I searched my brain furiously. This was stupid. I was a perfectly intelligent man, why was this so hard? We could get something to eat, go to one of the casinos, and maybe mess around on the slot machines - I'd never done that before - and then see one of the shows. Was that something that guys did? I think so.
Okay then.
Except I didn't have his cell number.
Shit. I was so inept. Wasn't it the first thing you did when you wanted to see someone again? Exchange numbers. Last night my brain had been so fuzzy I hadn't even thought of it.
Now what was I going to do?
~GF~
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Pete's POV
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It was a quiet night tonight - just me, a few beers and the TV for entertainment. I checked behind me to make sure Sharon wasn't around then propped my feet up on the coffee table, sinking back comfortably into all the cushions on the sofa. Perfect.
Except, what was that noise? It sounded like faint music coming from under all these cushions. Damn, it was my phone! I threw all the brightly coloured cushions on the floor and finally dug out my phone from where it had slipped down the side of the sofa. Who the hell was calling me just before my favourite show was about to start anyway?
I checked the display and grinned when I saw who it was. "Hey, Jay," I said as I answered the call. "Having a good weekend?"
"Hi, Pete. Not disturbing you am I?" He sounded a little ... anxious. I grinned some more. I had a pretty good idea what was on his mind, or rather who.
"Na, I was just settling in to watch the X Factor semi-finals tonight." I'm an addict, what can I say?
"Okay, well, I'll be quick then," Jay replied and his next words poured out so quickly I could hardly make sense of them. "I was just calling you because this morning I remembered I needed to ask Edward something and I forgot to ask him it last night so I thought I'd ask you if you maybe had his cell number so that I could call him up now and ... ask him."
Priceless. The unflappable Mr Whitlock was most definitely flapped. I stifled a laugh as I replied, "Jay?"
"Yeah?"
"You want Edward's cell number?"
"Um, yeah."
"And it's taken you since this morning to think of asking me for it?"
"Well ... yeah."
"You're an idiot. I'll text it to you." I was so enjoying myself.
"Thanks, Pete."
Still grinning, I ended the call and forwarded on Edward's cell number to Jay. I glanced at the time when I finished. Just time to grab a fresh beer before the show started. But before I could put the phone down on the coffee table, it rang again. I looked at the caller ID. Well, well, this night just got more interesting. I answered the phone and heard Edward say, "Hi, Pete."
"Oh, hi, Edward. How did it go last night?" I was dying to know all the details. I'd seen Edward coming back to his room in a different pair of jeans than he'd left in, so I knew somethinginteresting must have happened.
"It was okay. Good. Thanks ... Listen, um, I was wondering. Do you maybe have Jasper's ..."
I grinned as I anticipated what he was asking for. "I'll text it to you." I said, fighting back another laugh. Those two, honestly. I could almost feel him blush over the phone.
"Thanks, Pete," he replied gratefully before hanging up.
I sent him Jay's number, fetched myself a fresh beer and settled back into the sofa again but seriously, who needed TV for entertainment when they had those two around? I couldn't wait for next week; things were going to get scorching around here.
Sorry, that's it for now, the next chapter will be coming soon though!