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Warning: This is a spank!fic. It has a great deal of PWP (or at least PWMP - Porn With Minimal Plot) and contains EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT. If this is not your cup of tea and/or if you are not of legal age. PLEASE STOP READING NOW.

A/N: Thank you all for the overwhelmingly positive response to the last chapter... nothing I could come up with topped the kiss. Sorry. You're stuck with a lot of Jasper's inner monologue as he freaks out. *throws hands in air* PWP Fail on my part. A huge thank you to OnTheTurningAway and coolbreeeze. More love at the end of the chapter.

JPOV

I had kissed Edward fucking Cullen.

My toes had damn near curled, the kiss was that good.

What the fuck?

I drove aimlessly around Forks after I left school in a daze. I didn't want to get back home too early, since I was ditching the last two class periods of the day. Luckily, there were only a few more weeks of school left. Even the teachers had sort of stopped giving a shit about covering new material. If they didn't feel obligated to teach, I wasn't about to feel like my presence was required. So long as I could avoid being suspended, take my finals and walk across that stage in June, a few missed classes didn't matter.

Unfortunately, driving aimlessly around Forks took all of about 15 minutes and I didn't want to waste the gas it took to go down to La Push beach, so lo and behold, I found myself stopping at the diner.

It was either there or McDonald's, and I hated the way that damn red-headed clown's eyes followed me around the room. Not to mention, the Hamburglar was clearly in the closet. I mean, come on, he frolicked and wore a cape. He wasn't fooling anyone.

I walked in and passed the "Please, Wait to be Seated" sign, heading back into my usual booth in the corner. It wasn't long before Cora was standing at the edge of the table with a pot of coffee.

"Haven't see you for awhile." She checked her watch in an exaggerated fashion. "You're early. Last I knew school got out after 3."

I hated living in a small town.

"Last I knew, you weren't my fucking keeper," I retorted. It really wasn't any of her damn business whether I was at school or not.

"Riley's not here today," she informed me. "And anyway, not that you care, but he's seeing someone."

"I'm not here for Riley," I replied immediately. I hadn't been in to 'see' Riley since I uncovered Edward Cullen's little spank fetish. Riley and I 'bonded' on the sole basis of being the only two attractive gay men of a certain age in the zip code. I didn't even know his last name. Of course, I didn't tell Cora all that. Let her think I was an asshole who left Riley hanging. Instead, I added, "I'm here for shitty coffee and a dish of berry cobbler."

She raised an eyebrow, but shrugged and left me alone with my inexplicable inner turmoil.

I never thought a kiss would shake me so much. I wasn't really a fan of kissing, as lips served so many better purposes, but this obviously wasn't just a kiss. I wouldn't feel this freaked out about just a kiss. So, I forced myself to think about it.

What was I really doing with Edward?

I liked spanking him. I could say that with 100% certainty. It was hot, and it made me hard just thinking about it. He obviously got off on it, too. It was a tacit agreement. It worked. It was easy. He acted out at school to get punished, and I would punish him. He told me it was a release for him, a physical and mental escape from whatever insane expectations that were put on him by the people around him.

But, he also told me that day in the woods that he didn't want to disappoint me, that he was afraid of disappointing me. All that told me was that Edward took it more seriously than I thought. He'd started lumping me in the group of people who he thought he could disappoint, but it still seemed like I was different to him when he mentioned the power I had over him. But, it was a sexual power, wasn't it? That didn't mean he wanted to kiss me. That didn't mean he liked me.

Would it be so bad if Edward liked me?

The thing was, while I was getting off on controlling Edward, I was also able to internalize and harness all the things I couldn't control in my life. It was satisfying, really satisfying, being able to control Edward's body, his orgasms and to give him something no one else could give him. I didn't have any control over whether or not he liked me, so it didn't really matter.

None of this fucking meant I wanted to kiss him. None of this fucking meant I should want to kiss him.

I ate the berry cobbler, warmed, with a scoop of ice cream, and disengaged my stream of consciousness from Edward. Instead, I focused on what was more important. In a few weeks I would be graduating from high school. I would work all summer, as always, and then move to Seattle in the fall. I got a scholarship to the University of Washington, but I was still a little hesitant to leave my mom alone with Peter, especially with Rosalie going to Alaska. The commute was too far for me to stay at home, but the idea of leaving didn't sit well with me. Ma would have help from her nurse friends, but Peter depended on me for all the older brother stuff and companionship he wasn't going to get from anyone else.

I bet Edward was going to Harvard or some shit and already had his closet full of sweaters to tie around his shoulders.

The cobbler hit the spot, but I didn't feel any better.

I went home. I was a little early than on days when I didn't go to the Cullen's, but it wasn't early enough for my mother to notice. I walked in the front door and bolted upstairs.

I turned on some loud, angry, teenage music that I normally didn't listen to and tried to relax and tune everything out. I dozed in an out of consciousness for awhile.

"Jasper!" I heard her shrill voice through my headphones.

"What, ma?" I shouted back, pulling off the earpieces.

"Get your lazy ass down here!"

What the fuck? This went against the relationship my mother and I had established ten years ago. I was ignored until she needed my help with Peter. I was shipped off to stay with my asshole of a father when she didn't want to deal with me. Otherwise, I was left alone, and that's the way I liked it.

I walked slowly downstairs, stopping short in the doorway to the kitchen. My mother was sitting with a calculator and what I knew was a pile of bills. She glanced up at me briefly in acknowledgment before turning back to the paper she was scribbling furiously on.

"I need a thousand dollars," she said nonchalantly.

"What?" I nearly shouted at her.

"Do you think I like having to ask my son for money?" she raised her voice back.

"What do you get fucking alimony and child support for?"

"Jasper!" she hissed at my language, as if she actually had any power over me. I wasn't 8 years-old anymore; she couldn't wash my mouth out with soap. Besides, I had built up an immunity to that shit. In fact, personal preference was for Zest, and my mouth was 'Zestfully clean' on more than one occasion.

"You're still on my account, aren't you? Why even bother asking?" My voice was still raised.

"Now that you're 18, you have to sign off on transfers at the bank," she said matter-of-factly.

That confirmed it. She would have just taken it. Thank you, First federal Bank of Forks.

I stormed upstairs and found my checkbook. I hadn't worked weekends and summers at Newton's Sporting Goods, driving a shitty truck and saving every penny, to give my mother money. Peter's doctor visits had gotten a lot less frequent. Though, the cost of his school in Port Angeles was ridiculous. I always thought he would have been okay in the Forks public school system. He was actually a really smart kid.

"Here," I said angrily, scribbling out the information and slamming the check down on the table.

She nodded.

She didn't even thank me.

I didn't fucking need this. I had to get out of here, to forget about all the bullshit. I was out the door and halfway to my truck before I realized that I needed a destination.

I dialed Edward's number.

"I'm coming over," I said, before he even finished his greeting.

"Okay."

"Get your ass fucking ready, Cullen."

I could practically hear him swallow when I called him 'Cullen'.

"What did I do?" he asked slyly.

Shit. I couldn't take my bitch of a mother out on Edward. Despite the fact that he didn't tell me anything about it, I knew something happened with his mother that was enough for him to go buy a cane. I didn't want to make that mistake again. I had more self-control than that.

Then, I remembered my promise to him in the janitor's closet.

"I know your game."

"My game?"

"Lube in your pocket. Putting on your cock ring at lunch. Forgetting to wear underwear. Ring a bell?"

"Oh," he said softly. "That."

"Yeah, that." I said sternly. "Who calls the shots, Edward?"

"You do," he responded softly.

My dick twitched.

I pulled into the Cullen's drive and had barely cut off the ignition before I started digging behind my seat for the brown paper bag I knew was back there. I still had a toy we hadn't used, and this felt like the perfect opportunity to try it.

The front door to the Cullen's house swung open before I could even knock. He was standing there in nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans with the waistband of some designer brand of underwear visible. His hair was wet as if he had just showered.

Fuck, he was beautiful.

Did I just think Edward was 'beautiful'? I tried to erase that idea out of my head. Maybe my mother had shaken me up more than I thought.

"Parents home?" I asked.

It was later in the day than I was usually there.

"Does it matter?"

"Not to me, you damn harlot."

Edward laughed before answering, "Nah, the Doc won't be back until late."

If Edward saw the bag in my hand, he didn't mention it. Instead, he stood calmly waiting for my order. That was more like it.

"Take your pants off and bend over the couch," I said, pointing toward the living room. The couch was the best height for what I was planning on doing to those perfect cheeks.

He stayed standing right where he was and unbuttoned his pants. They dropped to the floor with a soft thud. He stood before me in deep emerald green briefs looking like a fucking David Beckham Armani underwear model wannabe.

He was trying to kill me.

"Those, too."

He hooked his thumbs under the waistband and slowly slid the briefs down his legs, bending over instead of letting them drop, his eyes never leaving mine. He stepped out of the clothes pile and walked slowly into the living room with his head held high. He looked graceful and powerful as his bare feet padded silently on the wood floor and his ass squeezed and flexed. Until he bent over the couch.

Then, he was mine.

I walked toward him slowly, taking the toy out of the bag. Once I reached my destination, I tossed the bag aside and brushed the leather strips across Edward's perfect ass.

"You feel this, Edward?"

He nodded.

"This is a flogger. These pieces of leather are going to slap across your ass until you scream. You want that, don't you?"

He nodded even more enthusiastically.

"I won't go too hard, since you've already been paddled today."

Edward's whole body flushed at the mention of our earlier encounter. I wondered again what he thought of the kiss.

I inspected Edward's ass for a moment. It didn't look any worse for wear. I had spanked him lightly earlier almost as if in preparation for what I was about to do now. I had no doubt that Edward was ready for something rougher. The way he pushed his ass back against the ping-pong paddle in the closet earlier that day told me he wanted more.

I used my left hand to slap against his left cheek.

His resulting moan was positively needy.

So, I positioned myself and brought my right arm back with a bend to my wrist before releasing the flogger. The leather splayed across his right cheek. The tendrils spread out and, having more velocity, the tips flicked with more force against his hip.

Edward jumped a little.

I hesitated, but Edward reassured me.

"More. Fuck, Jasper. Nothing else has felt so-"

I cut him off with another flick of my wrist to his opposite cheek.

"Motherfucker," he cried out almost reverently.

It looked like Edward Cullen had found his new favorite toy.

I reached around to grab hold of his cock and was pleasantly, well, not surprised. He was already hard.

"You like being flogged, don't you?"

He nodded.

"Then I won't disappoint you."

I slapped the flogger against the back of his thighs and was rewarded with a guttural groan.

I lost myself in the motions for a few more strokes. It was cathartic, watching the leather tails splay against his skin. I was turned on, like always, watching Edward's ass flush pink as he yielded to my touch. I had practiced with the flogger on my arm, so I had an idea of how it would feel. I felt comfortable using it, not like I had with the cane, and the slapping sound of the leather striking his cheeks was satisfying.

Whatever I was getting out of it, I was sure that Edward was getting whatever he needed, too. By the sound of his moans, I could tell he wanted something more already.

I stopped.

"Turn around."

He straightened and turned around wordlessly, though his expression was confused.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the black, silicone ring, still burning a hole in my pocket. I held it up so he could see.

"I'm putting this on you now. Come whenever you want, but I won't take it off until you do."

Edward whimpered.

I hid a grin.

I needed him to be softer for me to put the ring on, so I told him to wait while I retrieved some lube. He directed me to the bathroom, where I retrieved a bottle.

I got down on my knees in front him, teasing him a little with my warm breath as I slicked up his cock and sac. I put one ball through the ring, followed by the other, before sliding his dick through until it was secured at the base. I fisted his dick and pumped him a few times, watching it grow. I took back my earlier thought. Fuck underwear, Edward was definitely meant to be a cock ring model.

I stood and ordered Edward back into position.

This time, I slapped the flogger right across his left cheek, the whips of leather catching his balls.

Edward groaned something that sounded a lot like my name.

I continued with a few more strokes, peppering his entire backside and watching the redness bloom and spread across his perfect ass.

It wasn't long before Edward was practically screeching.

I could tell that if Edward had had his way, he would have climaxed a long time ago. The cock ring was inhibiting his release, but his ass had had enough. As it was, his Saturday was definitely going to be spent in lounge wear.

"Touch yourself, Edward." I ordered.

His hand was on his cock before I finished the sentence.

"You eager slut," I snickered behind him.

He moaned.

I didn't want to fuck him, but I did want to tease him. While he was jerking himself off, still leaning on the couch, I grabbed the lube again and dribbled it down his crack. I unzipped my jeans, pulling them and my boxers down my thighs. Then, I slid my dick along his skin between his spent fleshy cheeks, making him squirm. I ran my hard cock up across his entrance, spreading the lube as I went but never breaching the hole.

He was straining against the ring. His breath was coming out in gasping sobs, and I knew he was on the brink - at that point where the pain that had become pleasure was in danger of becoming pain once again.

I put a little more of the slick liquid on my right hand and rubbed it over my first two fingers. Without warning, I pushed my first finger into Edward and circled it around. He squeaked in response, and I took that as a good sign. I pushed in a second finger and began to pump them both into him, rubbing against his prostate, hoping it would send him over the edge.

It did.

He let out a carnal scream as he came, painting the back of the leather sofa in cum.

He was still shuddering in his own pleasure when I grabbed onto his waist and starting rubbing against him in earnest. I fucked myself along his slick crack as he throbbed almost rhythmically underneath me. It didn't take me long before I let go and was coming across his arched back. I stepped backward and watched as my thick white cum rolled down over the red splotches on Edward's rear.

"Stay there," I ordered. Though by the looks of it, Edward was not moving any time soon.

He was still folded over the couch when I returned from his room.

I cleaned off his back, as well as the back of the couch before carefully removing the cock ring. Then, I rubbed the arnica gel into his ass, working down his legs where the flogger had struck. I was gentle. His skin was hot to the touch, but I wanted to make sure his muscles relaxed. Eventually, Edward began to sag in relief.

I helped him step into a pair of sweat pants, and then steadied him as he walked around to sit on the couch. Once he was settled, I made a move to retrieve the flogger.

"You don't have to go, you know?" Edward broke the silence, looking downright timid. He was looking up at me through his eyelashes like fucking Bambi.

"Don't you have some Proust to translate or something?"

"I'm over Proust. I'm reading Coetzee now," he answered seriously. "But you're right, the English translations of Proust are horrid."

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I was actually kind of flattered he wasn't talking down to me. What the hell? I shouldn't be flattered by something like that. I mean, I wasn't one of his minions. I didn't need his approval.

"Well, I can't help you there," I said honestly.

Edward shook his head as if in apology, then spoke again seriously. "Look, you came over here for a reason. You were reacting to something, and it wasn't just me."

I hesitated.

"I know you were in control this time, but when it's my ass on the line, your head needs to be in the right place."

Of course, he was right. Though I corrected my motive this time, using someone's body as a release when it was mutual was one thing, it was another entirely when one of those people could get physically hurt.

"You met mine. You can at least tell me about yours," he insisted.

"I'm not really up for having a heart to heart," I said roughly. "And, how'd you know it was my mother?"

"You seriously need to ask?"

I stood quietly for a second, weighing my options. I never, ever talked to anyone about this stuff, but I supposed I could trust Edward. My mother wasn't nearly as bad as his. She was like a Stepford wife whose mental filter had short-circuited. Mine just didn't give a shit about me.

I slid into the chair next to the couch gracelessly before speaking.

"She asked me for money earlier. Not to borrow, now that I think about it, just to have."

"What for?"

"Oh, she claimed it was for my younger brother, which it probably is. He has 'special needs'," I air quoted the bullshit phrase my mother always used. "But, she gets what should be more than enough to take care of him from my dad. This isn't the first time she's asked me for money."

"That's a lot of responsibility to put on you. You shouldn't be expected to be a third parent."

"Yeah," I said. "I mean, I don't mind helping my brother, but she's so irresponsible with money; I don't know what the fuck else she's spending it on."

"And, she probably get's pissed off when you ask about it," Edward suggested.

"Exactly," I agreed. She kept her checkbook under lock and key.

Edward looked thoughtfully at me for a moment before he spoke, "Adults don't always act the way we expect them to act."

"You sound like a fortune cookie," I retorted.

"I used to watch reruns of Kung Fu: The Legend Continues when my parents thought I was reading," Edward smirked back at me.

I snorted. Somehow, I couldn't picture Edward watching television.

"Well," I pushed myself off the chair. "I should get going. Thanks for, you know, listening."

"Anytime, Jasper. Really." Edward said as he gingerly stood from the couch and walked me to the door.

I walked slowly back to my truck, still sort of dumbfounded by the serious conversation I just had with Edward..

Really, what the fuck was that?

When did Edward Cullen become my confidant?

END SCENE

A/N: I have to apologize to all of you wonderful reviewers. Much like Renee in Twilight (the movie), I repel technology now. I no longer have internet access at home (nor do I have a smart phone... heck, I don't even have a microwave), so I have been unable to reply to your reviews from the last chapter or the outtake I posted on Tuesday. I'm truly sorry about this, because I absolutely love reading and responding to your thoughts. Not to mention, your suggestions are often quite helpful. Until I remedy my internet situation, I'm afraid I'm going to get further behind in replying, and I feel really bad about it. That said, I really want to thank all of you for your reviews. This little spank!fic that could now has over 1000, which is just so brilliant... and kind of crazy. ;)

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