Mergers and Acquisitions

by Touchstone67

When Edward pays for a night of harmless fun, he didn't expect to get the purchase of a lifetime. Will his nights in Seattle change his whole life in Chicago? Full length story for the second place winner in the Slash/Backslash Contest. Rated M, J/E

11. The Emerald City

Disclaimer: S. Myer owns all, but what I wouldn't give for a Jasper of my very own-sigh.

A/N-Okay, here is the big day…literally. Not only is it over 22k, but we've got Jasper and Edward povs, and a lot of firsts for the boys.

Jpov written by me, Epov was expertly handled by Dannie with about 2k added by me. (Dannie calls it the TS Bloat) What can I say, I had to add some more details, I didn't want their day to end!

Big thanks to OfTheDamned for the beta on this, and especially for the quick turnaround so I could get it uploaded asap!

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Jpov~

His arm was a strong band around my waist, warm and solid. I felt his breath wash over the nape of my neck as his nose nuzzled my hair. A contented sigh escaped his mouth right before he placed a kiss on my heated skin. It was unusual for me to wake up in his arms. Usually I rolled over to a cool, empty spot as he was already out of bed, if he had even been to bed, and working by the time I opened my eyes. My body was always exhausted in the most pleasant ways after our nights together. Briefly I wondered what had led him to spend the entire night in bed.

Perhaps, for once, he was exhausted too. He had taken me four times in the hours before. As soon as I had arrived, we sat and ate dinner at the table, then he had undressed me, achingly fucking slowly, teasing my cock with a feather the entire time before he put me on all fours on the bed and took me from behind, letting out a loud, strangled cry as he came and then stroked me until I did the same. Shortly after, as I lay in my cum on the bedspread, he flipped me over, working me with his beautiful mouth until I was ready to go again, and then he entered me, wrapping my legs around his waist, grunting in exertion until he spilled inside me. I had napped a bit after that, but was woken up by the feather tickling my spine and ass, then he replaced the feather with his tongue and then his cock. Gripping the headboard so tightly my knuckles turned white, I pressed my hips into the mattress hoping to relieve the ache in my cock as he slammed into me, his hands and mouth roaming my body until he cried out and came, leaving me completely hard and frustrated.

But not for long.

Once he had caught his winded breath, he turned me over and teased me with the feather over my entire body; my neck, my nipples, cock, balls, the soft skin on the inside of my thighs, while he inserted slick fingers into my hole, tantalizing my prostate.

"My cock…please, fuck," I drawled, desperate to feel his mouth or hand around my cock, instead I got grazed by the feather, my cock twitched and bobbed each time he dragged it over the head and down the sides. My arms were out at my sides, my hands fisting the bedspread while he continued his torture.

"Have I told you how much I love hearing you beg?" he murmured into my ear. "So fucking sexy, Jasper. Wanting me this badly, wanting my touch…"

"Touch…fuck," I groaned, my body seeking the feather and his fingers at the same time. Spreading my legs and arching my back I was able to ease his fingers deeper, the tips of them brushing my prostate repeatedly until I finally fucking came, screaming his name as long streams of cum erupted from my cock onto my chest and abdomen.

He had never laid a hand on my cock.

Cum dripped from my slit as he continued to pump his fingers in me and drag the feather over my hypersensitive cock.

"Please, stop, stop," I begged, writhing, but he refused to relent, the feather, then dampened with cum, was circling my pebbled nipples.

"You are quite the begging boy tonight, aren't you?" he ran his lips along my jaw. "How about I get you cleaned up?" he asked before slowly moving his mouth down my body until he took my cock between his lips.

"Fuck," I moaned, my hips thrusting up into his mouth. Sucking around my softening cock, he lapped me clean.

"Better?" he asked as he released me.

The last time had been in the shower a few hours later when we were both lathered and soapy and slick. The steam curled around us as he pressed me against the tile and fucked me until the water rinsed my cum down the drain.

I admit, waking up in his embrace was pretty fucking nice.

Glancing at the bedside clock, I realized I had less than an hour before my next client. My heart began to race.

"G' morning," he greeted in a husky drawl as he pulled me tighter to him and wedged his knee between my thighs. His fingers were wrapping around my morning wood and he began to leisurely stroke it. When I felt his own cock rubbing against my ass, wanting entrance, I let my mind fall victim to the feelings of pleasure my body was receiving. "Do we have time?" he mumbled, his hand ghosting over the head of my cock.

Nodding, I turned my head and kissed him, moaning into his open mouth as he touched me. Breaking the kiss, he released me and rolled to his back to get the condom and lube on his table. After he put the condom on, he spread lube on his cock and then rolled back to me. Keeping me on my side, he pulled the sheet off me, exposing my body to him and then lifted my leg and pushed his fingers into my ass. I hissed as he prepared me, his fingers quickly replaced by his cock.

"So fucking good," he whispered as the head of his cock entered me, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. "Do you have any idea what you do to me, Jasper? How I want you all the time," he asked, his breath heavy as he began to thrust into me, his hand on the inside of my knee, holding my leg up.

Turning my head, I reached around with my arm and pulled him to me, kissing him hard and deep and needy. Groans were exchanged as he set a quick rhythm with his hips. Reaching down, I took my cock in my hand and began stroking myself. I was already slick with precum, my hand easily sliding up and down. My entire body was sore, yet it still tensed and flexed and moved against his, wanting it more with each thrust of his hips.

He continuously pounded me, sometimes slowing to an erotic pace, other times furiously bucking his hips as we kissed. Gasping, he pulled away, his open mouth on my shoulder and I felt his nails digging into the soft flesh of my thigh.

"Goin' to come," he moaned into my sweaty skin. Seconds later, he stilled and let out a grunt, his cock pulsing inside me as it shot into the condom in short bursts. "Jesus," he sighed as he slipped from me and let my leg down. With a hand on my ribs, he forced me onto my back and smiled down at me. "Masturbate for me," he demanded.

I have him a lazy grin and then began stroking myself faster, lifting my hips off the bed into my hand. Reaching down with my other hand, I tugged on my balls and let out an exaggerated moan for him.

"Mmm, yes. What are you thinking about?" he asked, his eyes darting back and forth between my face and my cock.

"You. Fucking. Me." I answered simply and breathlessly. "I like you watching me touching myself for you, my cock hard for you, wanting to come for you," I added. He swallowed hard.

"Are you close?"

I nodded and let my eyes drift close.

"No, look at me. Look at me when you come," he commanded, but his voice was hushed and rough. "Fucking hot," he sighed, his eyes staring at my cock in my hand. Eager to touch me himself, I saw his hand twitch as it rested on my hip, but he resisted. Just as the tingling began in my abdomen, he spoke again. "Slow down."

Exhaling a long breath, I followed his instructions and slowed my pace, my cock throbbing with the need to come almost as much as it had the night before.

"What are you thinking of, tell me?"

"You're in your suit, no jacket, shirt open, pants undone. I'm on my knees naked, licking my lips as you pull your cock out for me, guiding my mouth onto it, you begin to fuck my mouth fast, your head hanging back, you groan." The pace of my hand increased, and I immediately felt the warmth spreading throughout my body. "Fuck," I grunted, my hips bucking off the bed as my cock jerked into my hand shooting cum onto my chest, the orgasm hitting me in lengthy waves.

My body was still shuddering when he pried my fingers off my cock and leaned over to kiss me. Breathing heavily into the kiss, I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him onto me, the cum on my stomach smearing when his climbed on top of me. While his tongue met mine, the last of my climax began to fade and my body, sated and exhausted, trembled in the aftermath.

Finally, still on top of me, he pulled away. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are right now? This post orgasmic glow and cum on you…mmm…" Blushing, I shook my head. Laughing, he pushed up and straddled me, raking his nails down my chest, watching my body shiver in response. "All the shit we do, and you blush when I call you sexy?" he chuckled. Glancing at the clock, he sighed, "It's time for you to go."

"How come you slept in the bed last night?" I asked, remembering his rule about questions, I hadn't asked permission before blurting it out. "You didn't have work?"

"I always have work," he sighed. "I just didn't want to be anywhere but next to you last night." He shrugged his wide shoulders and winked.

"I liked it," I blushed again, looking away.

"Yeah? I'll try to do it more often then." Glancing at the clock, he sighed, "You got to go."

I followed his eyes and saw the time.

Ten minutes.

With one last kiss, he got off me and held out his hand. Gripping it, he pulled me off the bed and slapped my ass I walked to the bathroom. I had no time for a shower, but I brushed my teeth and ran my fingers through my just-got-fucked-hair. Back in the bedroom, Peter was already in his dress pants and his shirt.

Which was open.

"Are you trying to tempt me?" I asked with a grin as I grabbed my bag.

"Is it working?" he returned.

"Maybe," I admitted as I tugged on my jeans and pulled a polo shirt over my head before grabbing my leather jacket and putting it on.

"Wow," he said as I sat on the bed to put my sneakers on.

"What?"

"You. Casual. Mmmmm, I like it." He walked over and tilted my head up. "Next time, wear this," he motioned to my clothing.

"Seriously? Jeans and a polo shirt?"

"And the leather jacket. Yes," he whispered before leaning down and kissing me. I stood, not breaking the kiss and pressed my body to his. Finally, he pulled away. "You better go, it's getting late, and I don't want you to get into trouble."

"Bye, Peter," I smiled. "See you soon."

"Bye, Jasper," he mumbled as he kissed me one last time. As soon as the door closed behind me, I broke into a sprint, my bag swaying on my shoulder as I turned the corner and ran down the hall to suite five, the fucking pull getting stronger with each stride. In front of his door, I caught my breath, popped a mint into my mouth and knocked. It was only a few seconds before I heard shuffling and the door swung open.

My heart beat halted when he smiled at me.

Dressed in jeans and a white button down shirt with the top button undone, he looked sexy as fuck. His hair stood on end, twisting and twirling in every direction, his eyes were clear and ocean green. Without a word, he fisted my leather jacket and pulled me to him in the open doorway, his lips already parted when mine touched them. No soft kiss, it was deep and hard, his tongue curling around mine. I let the bag slide off my shoulder onto the floor and weaved my fingers into his hair, messing it up even more, so fucking eager to feel those soft bronze locks again. Moaning, he clutched me to him, our bodies pressed tightly and I felt his chest inhale deeply.

Then he let me go.

Taking a step back, he eyed me warily with dark, suspicious eyes.

"You stink," he growled in disgust.

Peter.

Not only did I probably smell like sex, that tangy, musky scent the clung to people for hours after, but Peter as well- his cum, his body odor, his aftershave…just him.

"Edward, I," I began but then stopped and took a deep breath. "Can I use your shower, please?" Nodding, he motioned toward the hall where the guest bathroom was. "Thanks," I mumbled, picking up my back, I headed down the hall without looking back, constantly berating myself for not having taken the time to shower before I had left Peter's suite. It would have taken less than the ten minutes I had had left but I had been in such a fucking rush to get to him, to see him and hold him and touch him.

To feel that pull again that sent my pulse racing and cock twitching.

Only to be rejected.

Pissed at myself, I undressed and stepped into the shower even before the water had warmed up. As the steam grew around me, I lathered up and washed my hair, the entire time wondering what the hell kind of conversation we were going to have when I got out. He had to realize it was my job. Just as he worked with businesses and mergers and shit, I worked with people and fucking them.

It was simply what I did.

He and I had that in common, we both fucked people for money, only I did it without clothes on.

Repeatedly, as I rinsed my hair, I told myself he was a client. Nothing more.

Nothing more.

As I turned the water off and felt my stomach churn, I got out and began to dry off.

Nothing more.

It was becoming a mantra.

Pulling on my jeans, I looked at myself in the mirror. I had begun to fill out, having gained over twenty pounds since joining the Service, I was less wiry and more developed than before. My stomach had defined muscles, almost hiding the scar that sat in the crevice of the 'v' above my hip. Running the tip of my finger over the white jagged line, I shivered. It was one of many scars on my body, some had faded over time.

Although most of my scars were on the inside.

And those would never fucking fade.

Sighing, I tugged my shirt on over my head and then ran my hands through my damp curls. He was waiting for me, I had delayed it as long as possible.

Nothing more.

If he was nothing more, then why did I have a sick feeling in my stomach as I walked down the hall to the main room?

Taking a deep breath, I turned the corner and found him sitting at the piano, his fingers grazing the keys but he wasn't actually playing. His eyes were staring the keys but they were not focused on them. His mind was not on the piano at all.

I had a feeling it had been on me, in the shower, washing off what had repulsed him.

"Hey," I said quietly as I walked over the piano and sat on the bench next to him. His fingers stilled over the keys and I heard him sigh. Normally, I didn't care what clients were thinking or feeling, those things weren't my concern. I was hired to get them off, not talk shit out with them.

Peter had been an exception to the rule. He had somehow worked his way into my life, gained my trust through sex which had led to my trust outside of sex. He knew things about me that only Riley was privy to, and I was, for once in my life, comfortable with that. But sitting there, next to Edward, I wanted nothing more than to posses the power of mind reading, I could sense the mixture of emotions as they shifted around him, but his thoughts were unknown and guarded.

Until he leaned to the side and laid his head on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "That was rude of me and I apologize."

"Edward it's okay," I comforted, putting a hand on his thigh. He lifted his head and turned to me, straddling the bench.

"No, it's not. It was awful of me. It's just…I really…." he paused, his brows furrowed and his lips pursed.

He was hurt.

Suddenly there was a tightening in my chest, a slight ache settled there the longer I watched him. I wanted to take the hurt I had caused him away. Before he could speak again, I cupped his cheek, leaned forward and even as I saw the confused look on his face, pressed my lips to his, brushing them back and forth before taking his bottom lip between my mine and running my tongue along it. Never deepening it, I kissed him for a few moments. Moving my hands to his shoulders, I felt his gripping my forearms tightly. When I pulled away, his brows were no longer furrowed, and his confused look at turned to one of gratification.

I had solved the problem like I always did…with sex.

"Better?" I murmured as I put my forehead to his. I wasn't sure if I was asking if he was better or if I smelled better.

"Yes," he replied. Edward graced me with a smile, his lips turning up more on one side. The crooked smile was one I hadn't seen before.

I liked it.

And even though he was sitting only inches from me, the pull increased and my stomach flipped like I had jumped off the ledge of a building.

Taking a deep breath, I sat up straight and took his hand. "Are you ready to go?"

He nodded eagerly and stood up, holding my hand the entire time he gathered his cell phone and wallet. Just as we were about to walk out the door, he turned to me. "Am I dressed appropriate?"

He still had the shirt and jeans on, only he had thrown a tweed jacket over the shirt.

"Perfect," I answered. We walked down the hall to the elevator, through the lobby and out onto the street in silence. Once we were outside where the rare sunny day was burning off the fog that clung in the air, Edward stopped and looked up and down the street.

"Cab?" he asked, taking a step toward one of the doormen, but I reached out and stopped him.

"Not necessary, we can walk," I said. "It's only about half a mile walk, is that okay?"

"Sure," he smiled, reaching into his jacket he pulled out a pair of dark sunglasses. I think my breath fucking hitched when he put them on, the contrast of the black glasses against his pale skin and copper hair. "I don't get much chance to use these out here," he joked, looking up at the sunlight.

"Yeah, it's usually pretty disgusting. But it's a nice change of pace," I shrugged.

"I imagine it is," he sighed, looking around. "So, Mr. Tour Guide, where are you taking me?"

"Ah, that's a surprise, you'll see. I've done extensive research on Emerald City, searched the depths of….Google, to find the best sights to see." I flashed him a grin.

"I've never seen the city from this way, I'm usually in the back of a car," he laughed.

I usually saw it from car too, while I was being fucked.

Walking a brisk pace, we reached 1st Street and turned right. We were surrounded by everyday people, students, businessmen, and parents. Shaking my head, I wondered if they knew the other side of their city, the side where drugs were exchanged for sex, where runaways were cajoled into prostitution, where people were beaten for being gay. More than likely, they went on with their tunnel vision, going to work, coming home, eating dinner, fucking and falling asleep to the television, completely oblivious to the strife that was happening in the streets around them. I glanced around constantly, down the alleys off to our sides. The last thing I needed was to run into someone that recognized me.

Peter knew I had been a hooker on the streets, Edward did not.

And I really fucking wanted to keep it that way.

We passed a large building to our right, Edward pointed to it and asked. "What's that?"

"Art museum, I believe," I shrugged. He had probably been to a ton of art museum fundraisers and gallery openings. The most cultured art I had seen was the graffiti on the walls while I fucked Riley against them. As we neared Pike's Market, Edward kept nervously glancing around, his lips pursing sometimes. While we waited for a light to change, his fingers brushed mine, and I knew why he was nervous.

"You alright?" I asked with a smirk. Smiling, he nodded and took a deep breath. Then he was entwining his fingers with mine. Suddenly, he seemed less nervous, calmed by the connection of our hands and I wondered if he felt the same conflict of anxiety and calm that I often felt with him. We started walking again.

Holding hands.

I had never walked down the street holding hands before. If I had to follow a john somewhere, my hands were in my pockets, fingers wrapped around the handle of my blade. I felt his warmth in my hand, his fingers occasionally tightening or moving against mine as they swayed a bit between us. It wasn't exactly a strange sensation, I had certainly held his hand before, but it was such a …normal thing, a casual, tender gesture. I had never done anything like it. Immediately, I liked it and, well, didn't want to fucking let his hand go for the rest of the day. The heat from his hand traveled throughout my entire body, and made my heart swell, my chest constricted around it, the pressure a surprisingly pleasant ache.

"This okay?" he asked as we turned and headed down the last block. I brought our hands up to my mouth and kissed them, and enjoyed the fucking blush that flooded his cheeks. By the time we arrived at Pike's Market, both of us were wearing the most ridiculous grins. "Wow," he said, looking around. "What is this place?"

"It's called Pike's Place. A bunch of farmers markets, seafood markets and…well, something I wanted to show you. We can come back to the markets," I urged, tugging on his hand, I headed down past the vegetable stands and across the street. Sighing, I stopped and looked up.

We were there.

"So…what do think? Seattle's pride and joy," I said and pointed in front of us.

It was small and looked much different than what he was probably used to, but the white letters above the entrance and the familiar logo on the circled sign in the window were a dead give away.

"Starbucks?" he chuckled.

I did the equivalent of rubbing my toe in the dirt when I tilted my head and let my hair fall in front of one eye. Looking at him through the curls, I shrugged my shoulders. "I thought being a businessman and all that you probably drank lots of coffee or whatever that other shit is called. This here is where it all began, the first one."

"Really? I knew their headquarters were in Seattle, but I never realized there was an actual first shop." he smiled. "Can we go get one?"

"Course," I replied and we headed inside. In line he stood close to me, his arm almost touching mine, his scent filling the coffee scented air around me and I breathed it in deeply. He reached up and took off his sunglasses, stuffing them in his pocket. When he looked at me, his eyes were greener than I had ever seen them, and complimented by their frame of long lashes, they literally took my breath away.

"What do you want?" he asked when we got closer to the counter.

I had no fucking idea. I had never had coffee before.

"Whatever you're getting," I answered with a smile. At the counter, he ordered in what sounded like a foreign language and then quickly handed over his card before I could get my money out of my pocket. While we waited for the drinks I looked around. There were groups of people everywhere, a few couples, even one gay couple in the far corner. Standing there with Edward, holding his hand, I realized for once in my life, I fit in. Those people had no idea I was a hooker, for all they knew, we had been together for years, high school sweethearts even. We were just another couple to them.

Not a hooker and his client.

When the girl handed us our drinks, Edward released my hand to grab both and then held mine out to me.

"Do you want to sit down?" I asked, motioning to a table, but he shook his head.

"Do you mind if we drink while we walk, I want to check out the markets," he asked hopefully.

"Sure."

We walked out into the sun and headed toward the markets. For over an hour, we wandered up and down the stands, Edward picked up some fruit for later at his hotel room and we stopped and watched them throw the fish around the fist market. One flew by Edward's head and he jumped, and then laughed, hearty and full and contagious. I laughed right beside him and realized how much I was enjoying his company, and we still had clothes on.

It was a day full of firsts.

"Come on," he said, grabbing my hand again, practically skipping to another stand. He pulled me to a stop in front of buckets of flowers. Glancing at me, he picked up a bunch of purple flowers, their long, thick stems held together by a rubber band. After he paid the cashier, he turned to me and held them out to me. "For you," he said shyly as a blush rose on his cheeks.

I had no fucking idea what kind of flowers they were. I was pretty sure they weren't roses, but they were the prettiest flowers I had ever seen. When I took them from him, my hand wrapped around his and I brought the flowers up to my nose and breathed in their fresh scent, closing my eyes.

"Damn, you're beautiful," he murmured and licked his lips. I saw him glance around us quickly before leaning in.

And there, in front of the flower stand in the middle of Seattle, Edward Cullen kissed me.

As soon as his lips touched mine, I had the urge to deepen it, to want more. Even though we were in public, even though it was brief, it was one of the most intimate things in my life. Breaking the kiss before I couldn't resist any longer, I brushed the backs of my fingers down his cheek.

"Thank you," I whispered. His blush darkened and he let the flowers go and took my hand again.

"Where to now?" he asked.

"Are you hungry?" He nodded. "Then let's go eat."

"Where?" he asked as we walked down the street.

"You'll see." And I held my hand up for a cab. One pulled over and I held the door open for Edward as he slid in. "Four hundred Broad Street," I told the driver, sat back and turned to Edward. Taking his hand again, I held it on his thigh.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked, curious. Sighing, I shook my head.

"Ya know, for someone that left the agenda up to me, you sure do ask a lot of questions."

"Sorry," he mumbled. "It's habit, my job, I'm always in such control of everything around me, so to relinquish it is quite difficult for me."

"Well, trust me, I think you'll like it. It's a must see," I teased. After a few minutes of traffic, we pulled up the curb and as Edward got out, I leaned forward and paid the driver, feeling pretty damn proud of myself. I had never paid a driver before, but I had been in cabs with johns and had seen it done.

"Wow," he exclaimed, looking almost straight up. "I've seen it from the air and from a distance but never up close. It really does look like a spaceship, doesn't it?"

"Maybe it is," I winked and as we headed inside I took his hand in mine without even thinking. We took the elevator up to the restaurant and when the doors opened, Edward was laughing but things changed a second later. As we stepped off the elevator, he let go of my hand like it had burned him.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath before lifting his chin and narrowing his eyes, I saw a mask instantly go into place. "Daniel, what a surprise, how are you?" His friendly voice not matching the steel look he had on his face.

The man standing in the lobby was late twenties, tall, thin and wearing an expensive suit. My guess was Tom Ford, but I wasn't sure. He had short, black hair with dark brown eyes peering out from behind thin wire-framed glasses. Glancing at his left hand, I saw a gold band. Daniel put his Blackberry in his pocket and reached his right hand out for Edward, who shook it.

"Edward, we weren't expecting you until Monday," he greeted with a fake smile.

"I flew in last night to spend today with a friend of mine," he turned to me. "Jasper this is Daniel Scotch, he works for a company that is merging with my father's. Daniel, this is Jasper," he hesitated less than a second as it dawned on him that he didn't know my last name. "an old friend from Stanford. I held my hand out for him as I seen him do for Edward and was slightly repulsed by the clammy grip he returned.

"Nice to meet you, Daniel," I replied coolly.

"You too. Do you live in Seattle?" he asked as he let got of my hand, and I knew he had picked up on the accent.

"I do, though only for the past few years," I answered, glancing at Edward, his demeanor distant and businesslike, one that he easily fell back into the role of. It was not the same man that had laughed at the fish and bought me flowers, which I was still holding in my left hand. Daniel's eyes roamed over me, up and down, spotting the flowers before he spoke again.

"Interesting. Do you like it?" he asked with a condescending tone, and I suddenly wished I had worn my favorite Armani.

"I do, very much," I replied, challenging his gaze with one of my own.

"Nice flowers, are they for your wife?" he motioned to the purple somethings in my hand.

"As a matter of fact, they are-"I began.

"Are you here with the boys?" Edward interrupted me.

"I was, they already headed downstairs, left me with the bill," Daniel joked. "I better go meet them, Have a great day, Edward, enjoy the sights and see you on Monday. Jasper, nice to meet you. Maybe I'll see you around town?"

Unless he called Denali Escorts, not likely. Then again, he looked like he could use one of my colleagues.

"Maybe," I grinned. Pulling out his phone again, he headed onto the elevator. Once the doors were closed, I turned to Edward. "Are all the people you work with such assholes?"

The tension rolled off his body but he gave me that crooked smile anyway, and I could see his body visibly relax.

"You could tell that just from that short conversation?" he asked.

"Hell yeah."

We walked into the restaurant and after a short wait were seated right by the windows. After the waiter came and served us our juice, I looked out the window. "So what do you think?"

Edward followed by gaze and smiled. "It's an amazing view," he sighed before turning back to me. "Thank you for taking me here." He folded his hands on the table and looked down at them. "I need to apologize for what just happened."

"Pfft, not your fault he's an ass," I scoffed.

"That's not what I mean," he said, keeping his head down but bringing his eyes up to mine.

"Oh, that." I shrugged before bluntly asking, "You're not out, are you?"

He took a deep breath and leaned back in his seat, after a long glance around the restaurant to make sure he would not be overheard, he answered. "No. There is only one person in Chicago that knows I'm gay. His name is Emmett," he smiled fondly, "my best friend since high school. But no one else, my parents, other friends, colleagues, no one. It's just…it's not…" he stammered, searching for the right words. "It's too detrimental to my work, and my father has worked his entire life for his company, starting it from nothing to be one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in the country. I can't risk the bad publicity that would go along with coming out. This is my first major merger, and the board of directors gave my father a hard time about giving it to me practically fresh out of college, but he put his faith and his company in my hands and I can't fuck it up. It means too much to him."

"Just to him?"

"Well, to me too." He ran his hand through his hair, messing it up even more. "I just want to make him proud, you know? And I know I can do this merger, in fact, so far, it's going well. I have had a few bumps, but overall, I can't complain. I had never been to Seattle before, turns out, it's a great city, and has provided me with something I can't get in Chicago," he smiled shyly at me.

"Why not?"

"I can't risk it. I can't risk someone finding out about me, so the further away from Chicago I…engage in sexual relations, the better."

"So that's where the Service comes in," I assumed.

"Exactly. Actually, Emmett is the one that gave me the number. Apparently he has used it a few times and spoke highly of the employees and confidentiality, which was very necessary for me. Never did I expect…" he dropped his eyes, focusing on his hands on the table.

"What?" I encouraged, taking sip of my apple juice.

"To meet someone like you," he finished quietly. "I thought it'd be cool, a good way to get laid at least once every few weeks and now…now I find myself sitting in my office in Chicago trying to make up excuses to come out here more often, or earlier than originally planned, because I can't wait to see you." He raised his eyes, searching for my reaction to his admission. Even if I had wanted to suppress the smile, it would not be denied, as my lips curled up into a grin and my dimples showed.

"Really?" I felt my face heating up as he nodded. "About this morning," I began but he shook his head.

"No, don't," he refused.

"Edward, I think we need to talk about it," I suggested and he released a long breath. The waiter appeared with our orders and filled our drinks before leaving us alone again. Edward dipped his spoon into his chowder while I ate my Caesar salad. "We can go out and do this all we want, but it doesn't change what I am," I said in a hushed voice. "Or what I do with other people."

"I know," he said, putting his spoon down and rubbing his hands down his face. "It's just, when you're with me it seems different, you know? I had another escort a few times before you and it wasn't anything like," he motioned with is hand between us, "what you and I have. And sometimes I forget that you are just doing your job," he finished sadly.

I put my fork down. "Edward, I'm here on my own time. I think it's safe to say," I took a deep breath. I was fucking diving off a cliff, but my instinct, the one that I trusted to keep me alive, was telling me to say it. "That it's more than job to me with you."

It was out. Sure, I hadn't told him about the hummingbirds or the stupid fucking pull that made me nauseous, but I had just admitted he was more than a client to me.

"And, I honestly, I have no fucking idea what it means," I sighed, looking out the window at the skyline of the city as we slowly spun. "This is all new to me, wanting to be with someone for something other than sex. I'm…I'm just not quite sure what it means yet."

When I was finally brave enough to return my eyes to him, I saw that beautiful crooked smile and soulful eyes. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "I sound ridiculous, don't I?"

"Not at all. I know exactly what you mean," he agreed. He finished his chowder and pushed it aside just as the waiter brought our main courses. After he served us and Edward thanked him, we both began to cut our steaks.

"So, what do we do?" I asked, taking a bite of a perfectly cooked prime rib. Six months ago, I would have been lucky to have scraped the meat off a prime rib bone from a dumpster and there I was, sitting at the top of the Space Needle with a client eating prime rib.

"I guess exactly what we're doing. I will fly out on Fridays, try to reserve you for Friday and Saturday nights, and hopefully spend some Saturday and Sundays with you in your off time," he finished and then looked up at me. "I mean, if you…if you want to that is."

"I think I'd like that," I grinned, then turned more serious. "As long as you realize that I won't always be available on Friday and Saturday nights."

"So, I've come to find out," he frowned. "I wanted to see you last night, I emailed Tanya and assumed I would get confirmation, and I did, except it was only for tonight. She said you weren't available Friday. I assumed that meant you had another client, so I offered more money, but she refused. She was pleasant about it, but it was frustrating."

"Speaking of tonight, do you mind if I take you out some place?" I asked absently, hoping I was sounding more fucking casual than I felt.

"Sure, where?"

"It's a surprise," I smiled.

"Hmmm, another surprise," he winked. "I like the sound of that."

Edward was closeted in Chicago, in Seattle he felt free to be the person he really was, a gay man. I was going to show him the nightlife of gay man, and take him to a gay dance club. My cock twitched at the thought of Edward dancing, close and sweaty to me as we bumped and ground on the dance floor. His hair under the flashing lights as I run my hands through it, his lips full and tasty…

"May I ask you a question?" he interrupted my daydream.

Honestly, I fucking hated questions. Well, at least any that didn't involve the words 'are you going to come', but I nodded anyway because, well, because it was him.

"Are you out?" he almost whispered and I raised an eyebrow. "Like with your friends and family?"

I held back my laugh. I was pretty sure my fellow hookers knew I preferred men, but if a woman paid, she got me. Did that make me gay or bi sexual? Either way, I guessed I was out because I had never been in. As for family….

"You could say that, yes," I replied cryptically and he tilted his head, wanting more. "First, I don't know if I'm gay or bi-sexual. I've been with women for work purposes, but when I'm with them, I'm able to get hard." I smiled as he looked embarrassed at my forwardness. "Sometimes I think about guys, sometimes they just feel good. Anyway, I don't really have family, so that's not an issue and the few friends I have know but I've never told them, they just know."

"I tried to be with a woman once," he visibly shuddered. "It didn't go very well. She was a great girl, sweet and very pretty but when I tried to do anything more than kiss her, I got queasy."

I tried to stop laughing, but I couldn't help imagining Edward fumbling around with a girl, his hands shaking as he tried to undo her bra or attempted to find her clit.

"Stop laughing," he hissed with a smile. "It wasn't funny. I couldn't get hard at all."

I was holding my hands over my mouth to muffle the sound. "Queasy?"

"Yes, as in sick to my stomach," he explained. Our waiter returned and cleared our dishes and asked if we were ready for desert, but we both passed. After saying he would be return with our check, Edward eyed me.

"What?" I asked, my laughing finally dying down. "Can't handle teasing?" I challenged.

He leaned closer. "On the contrary, Jasper, I can very much handle your teasing. Something I hope we can explore later?"

Oh.

I flashed him a grin, "I think I can arrange that." The waiter returned with our bill and put it in the middle of the table. Edward reached out, grabbed it and before I could blink, he had his credit card out and handed it back to the waiter. He hadn't even looked at the amount.

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my cash. "How much do I owe?"

He shook his head. "It's on me."

My body tensed and my hand fingers curled around the wad of bills. "Edward, you are not paying for me right now, I can certainly pay my own way here," I said tersely.

The waiter returned, Edward signed the receipt and then handed it back to him before speaking. He looked down at his lap. "I thought this was a date, and as a date, I wanted to pay for you," he said quietly.

I felt like shit for automatically jumping to the conclusion that he felt I was too poor to buy my own lunch. Hell, not only was I not poor, I probably made more per hour than he did. Though I doubted he was attempting to pay a pimp a couple grand a week.

"I've never been on a date," I admitted without thinking.

Again, the crooked smile, which was quickly becoming my favorite look on him, besides the one with his lips around my cock.

"Me either," he said quietly. "This is my first official date."

Grabbing the flowers, I stood up. "Ready? I've got a few more things to show you on your first official date."

He stood and I led him up to the observation deck. Once we were there, we made our way to the windows and stood in silence for a few moments. There were families with children around us; one even asked us to take their picture for them. Edward agreed, and pointed the camera at them as they stood arm in arm. Clicking their picture, he smiled at the result and handed their camera back to them. They thanked him and when he turned around to me I saw a different man.

I saw the man that his friends and family were privileged to know, I saw the private part of Edward, the man under the mask and even under the sex. I barely knew him but I saw his humor and tenderness and gratitude all in just a few seconds. The sick feeling in my stomach increased as I silently watched him stare out at the skyline. Moving behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist, smiling when I felt his hands grip mine and I placed my chin on his shoulder.

"Is this okay? I don't want you to worry about running into someone," I asked.

"I'm not, they left and I highly doubt they would come up here anyway, I'm sure they've all seen it before." Laying his head back on my shoulder, he let me support him.

"What are you thinking about?" I whispered in his ear.

"How small we are. I mean, we all have these lives that we lead and we go about our days but when you're up here like this and you realize how many people are down there living their lives, it just makes me feel so small, insignificant."

"Baby, you are hardly insignificant," I sighed and squeezed him tighter. I felt his smile and kissed his neck.

"I like that," he admitted.

"Mmm, me too," I agreed with my lips against his skin. His shoulders shook when he laughed.

"Well, that too, but I was referring to the nickname."

"Eddie?" I teased, my breath warm in his ear, his soft copper wisps grazing my cheek.

"No," he blushed.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he agreed.

With my lips at his ear, I whispered, "Baby, I can't wait to get you back to the hotel room." I felt the shudder throughout his body and he turned in my arms, placing a gentle, unhurried kiss on my lips.

"Say it again," he murmured.

"I can't wait to get you back to the hotel room," I repeated, smiling. He rolled his eyes and I added, "Baby."

He put his forehead to mine. "What is this, Jasper?"

Heavily, I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. If I could answer that question, I might know what the mysterious ache and fucking hummingbirds were all about.

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "It scares me sometimes, but I kind of like it." His arms went around my neck, but he didn't pull me into a kiss, instead he granted me a slanted smile.

"Me too." He turned back around and we stared out over the city for a few more minutes, walking around as much as we could to see it from all sides. As I stood looking down on the city, I felt like the great and powerful Wizard of Oz, vigilantly looking over my Emerald City and its people.

Briefly, I wondered where Riley was and if he was safe. My chest tightened a bit with the worry, but I forced it out of my mind. He was a smart boy, he could take care of himself.

Mostly.

While Edward was on the other side of the deck, I pulled out my cell phone and called Aro, making arrangements for the night. Edward joined me a few minutes later, and he pulled out his phone.

"Can I take our picture?" he asked, blushing.

"Only if you send it to me," I replied. He stood next to me and I draped my arm around his shoulder and leaned my head toward him. Holding the phone up away from us, we smiled as he took the picture. When he turned it around, we saw ourselves grinning with the skyline in the background. I grabbed his hand. "Ready to go? We've got one more stop," I said. Nodding, he turned and let me led him from the deck to the elevators and down to the lobby, never once did he let go of my hand. "You know I'm on the clock now, right?" I asked. Glancing at his watch, he was surprised.

"You're right, I reserved you for three o'clock. Where did the day go? It's going too fast," he said as we walked through the crowded lobby. Stepping outside, I glanced around and quickly spotted the car.

"Cab?" he asked as he looked up and down the street for one.

"No, my driver is here." I motioned to the black Towncar parked across the street with Aro leaning against it. Edward looked confused, and a bit embarrassed. "Sorry, it's policy, while I'm on the clock, he goes where I go. That alright?"

"Yeah," he said hesitantly.

"It's just that…well, you're technically a client right now, this is paid time, so he has to accompany me," I explained quietly. "He's cool, trust me," I encouraged, tugging on the lapel of his jacket. We jogged across the street and Aro opened the back door.

"Afternoon, sir," he smiled at us. "Beautiful flowers," he smiled, nodding down toward the purple flowers in my hand.

"Hi, Aro, this is Edward. Edward, my driver, Aro," I introduced them, proud of myself for even thinking to do so.

"Mr. Cullen," Aro responded, bowing his head. "Nice to meet you," he smiled.

"You too," Edward smiled as he climbed into the back seat and slid over to make room for me. Before I got in, I mouthed my thanks to Aro. After he shut the door, he got in behind the wheel and looked at me in the mirror.

"Where to, sir?" Aro asked, pulling out onto the street.

"The waterfront, but take the scenic route," I replied, winking at him in the mirror before I leaned back in my seat and turned my head toward Edward. He was staring out the window, much like a child would, his eyes full of wonder as he stared up at the skyscrapers.

Vaguely, I recalled doing the same thing when my parents had taken me to Houston when I was about five or six. It had been exciting to be woken up by my pa in the middle of the night, put into the car with my blanket and teddy bear, my parents chattering away in the front seat as I dozed off in the backseat, lulled to sleep by the motion of the car. When I had woken up it was daylight and we were in a city, Houston they had told me, and I stared in awe at the tall buildings. When they found the address they were looking for, they ran inside, my mother telling me 'only for a minute, silly boy, we'll be right back'.

Then they were gone.

Night fell around me and I pulled my blankie tight around myself to keep warm. I had spent the entire day in the backseat of the car, watching the people walk by, some noticing me and turning away, others not even seeing me, until a tall thin man with long hair and drawings on his arms suddenly opened the door and pulled me out. I cried as he carried my like a football into the brick building where my parents had gone hours before.

My teddy bear was still in the car.

Telling me to 'shut the fuck up' as I sobbed and struggled against him, he ambled up a few flights of stairs. He opened a green door and walked in, tossing me onto a small couch. I jumped off and ran into the corner of the room, covering myself with my blankie. Hungry, thirsty and worried about my teddy bear, I hid under my blankie for hours, maybe even days.

The long haired guy walked over and pulled the blanket from my head, tapping me with his foot, asking me if I had 'pissed my pants because it sure as shit smelled like it', I shook my head no. I didn't know what that was, but I hadn't done anything wrong, I hadn't even moved. Pulling the blanket down more, he saw the dark spot on my pajamas between my legs, and covering most of my thighs. With a disgusted look, he called into another room. 'Haley, come clean up your fuckin kid' he yelled. A minute later, my mama stumbled into the room, using the walls for balance. As she neared me, I realized it wasn't really my mama, it was the ghost she became when she and my pa had fun. Her eyes weren't their normal brown color, but duller, empty looking, her nose was red and her hand shook as she reached down for me, 'c'mere silly boy,' she slurred. With great effort, she picked me up, her hands holding my butt as I wrapped my tiny legs around her and buried my face in her neck. 'mama,' I began crying, 'I miss my teddy'. 'ssshh' she told me, promising me teddy was just fine in the car. In a small, dirty bathroom she stripped off my clothes and put me in a tub of cold water, telling me to wash up. Shivering, I ran a bar of soap over me but when I looked up, she was sleeping against the wall by the toilet.

I stayed in the tub.

For hours.

People came and went from the bathroom, never noticing, or caring about the little boy with the chattering teeth in the tub.

After that day, I never wanted to go to the big city again.

"Hey," his knee nudged mine, 'what are you thinking about?" His voice was soft and smooth and even though my heart had begun racing at the memory of my childhood, once he spoke, it raced for an entirely different reason.

"You," I began, sliding my hand up his thigh to his crotch, "and my mouth on your cock," I finished with a whisper into his ear before taking the lobe into my mouth. His body jerked at the touch, and I felt his legs trembling under my hand.

"What are you doing?" he asked through clenched teeth as his eyes darted to the rearview mirror. My fingers deftly undid the button of his jeans. Pulling his zipper down, I moved my lips to his neck and mumbled against his skin.

"I want to give you a blow job, got a problem with that?"

"Jasper," he hissed as I pulled the flaps of his jeans open and palmed his cock through the material of his briefs. He was already hard. "We're in a car," he stated the obvious and I chuckled.

"The windows are tinted," I replied, my hand slipping under the wide elastic of his underwear. Flesh on flesh, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, pleased at the amount of precum that had already seeped from the slit. "God, you're so ready for me, you want me, Edward. You want my mouth on your cock, don't you?"

Closing his eyes, he laid his head back against the seat and exhaled. "Fuck yes, but…but…a car."

I almost told him I had given more head in a car than I had in a bed. It was actually where I was more comfortable. There wasn't anything sexual I couldn't do in a car. I had even had a threesome in the backseat of a Cadillac.

"I don't think you really care where we are, as long as my lips are tightly sealed around your dick," I smiled against his neck before pulling his jacket down his shoulders so I could undo the buttons of his shirt. He gasped as each one popped through their small hole. I watched his face, his body shuddering once they were all done and I pulled his shirt open, exposing his sculpted chest and abdomen. Without hesitation, I leaned over and took one of his nipples into my mouth, nibbling it as my hand slowly began to move up and down his cock. Pulling back, I watched his face as my hand worked him, the flush that had crept to his cheeks, the way his long lashes moved as his eyes fluttered opened and closed a few times. I loved his reactions to my touch, the way his lips parted and his tongue darted out to lick them, the way his hands balled into fists even though there wasn't anything to grasp, the way his cock twitched every time I spoke.

Moving in the seat for a better angle, I pulled his briefs down over his erection and enjoyed the view for a few seconds while my hand continued to languidly stroke him. His head rested against the seat, his eyes closed, jacket pulled down and bunched up around his arms, his crisp white shirt opened, his chest heaving. His jeans were undone and open and his hard cock was pulsing in my hand. When I felt his hips start to move up into my grip, I bent over and sealed my lips around him.

"Jesus," he exclaimed, jerking his body from me as the same time his hands dived into my hair, fisting it. Releasing him, I looked up at him.

"Do you want me to stop, Edward?" I asked, knowing the answer long before he did. Shaking his head, I smiled smugly. "Then open your eyes and watch me."

Aro cleared his throat from the front seat. "Sir, would you like the window up?" he asked in his usual professional manner. Edward's eyes widened when he remembered Aro was only feet away and could see and hear everything.

"Do you want the window up, Edward? I'm sure Aro wouldn't mind having it down," I murmured, my warm breath washing over the head of his cock. "Would you, Aro?"

"Not at all, sir," he chuckled.

Edward glanced at Aro, and then at me just as I let my tongue out to trace the ridge and whatever words he was going to say were lost as I pressed my tongue into the slit.

"Fuck," he groaned, all thoughts of being watched gone from his mind. "So fucking….oh my God," he cried out, his hips lifting off the seat as I devoured his cock, my nose tickled by his hairs. Long fingers never stopped their movement in my hair, twisting my curls, tugging them, softly brushing them off my face. Panting, he strained to keep his hips still while I bobbed once up and down his erection. "Up," he finally requested.

Releasing him, I spoke to Aro. "Can you put the window up, please?" I smiled at him in the mirror. Immediately the window began to slide up.

"Of course, and sir? Tissues are under the seat."

"Thanks, Aro, but I'll make sure I clean him up."

I barely saw his wink before the window closed completely, the tinted glass shielding us from his view. I had no problem performing my job in with someone watching, and had done exactly that many times. Less self conscious once the window was up, Edward began to moan loudly, his hands in my hair guiding my pace as his hips could no longer remain still and began to buck up off the seat. My lips easily moved up and down his salvia slicked cock. Letting him go, I flicked my tongue around the head and under the ridge, tracing the thick vein that ran down the underside. Frustrated with his clothing and not being to reach his balls, I pulled away and began kissing his stomach as it clenched while I stroked him.

"Do you know how much I want to fuck you right now? Take these pants off you, sit you on my lap and fuck you so hard that everyone in the city can hear you scream when you come."

Pressing his head into the back of the seat, he lifted his ass up. "More," he said.

One word but it said so fucking much. I watched my hand pumping him, precum running down the head of his cock, lubing him. Moving back to his cock, I took him in my mouth again, hollowing my cheeks and sucking with abandon, my hand squeezing under to his balls, rolling them, soft and heated, in my palm. When his cock tapped the back of my throat, I swallowed at the same time.

It was his undoing.

"Fuck, Jasper…coming," he grunted, his entire body tensing as his cock erupted thick, warm cum into my mouth and down my throat. Forcefully, his hands kept my head solidly to him. "Suck me…please." I continued to suck around him, long after his sated body had relaxed back into the seat, long after his fingers had loosened their grip on my hair, long after his breath had slowed. When I finally released him, he had actually started to get hard again, but fell limp against his underwear. With that new crooked smile, he lazily turned his head toward me. "You're incredible," he sighed, making no effort to put his cock away or do up his shirt, but he did lift his hand to my face, pushing a few curls behind my ear.

Swallowing hard, my eyes darted between the fuck me stare he was giving me and his full lips that just begged to be around my dick. My body started to shake with the thought of taking him in the back seat, of doing exactly what I had described to him. Breathing heavily, I forced my gaze away, my cheeks heating up under his compliment and tender touch.

The warmth low in my stomach, the need and desire I had for him, was strengthened by the fucking pull. They were all working together, in tandem, fucking revolting against my own body and mind. Why him, I wondered, staring at his square jaw as he continued to run his hands through my hair. What was it about him that not only my body craved, but my soul as well? I barely knew him, and yet, I felt like I knew him already.

"What about you, Jasper?" he whispered, "Do you want me to…" he trailed off, his face flushing.

"No, that was all for you." I leaned over and kiss him, slowly, leisurely before running my nails down his chest. "We've got all night." Learning over, kissed him, my tongue entering his mouth, sharing his taste. Pulling away, I shifted my weight to relieve the ache in my cock. "Baby, we need to get you dressed," I murmured. When I felt his body tremble, the butterflies in my stomach turned into hummingbirds and they were beating their fucking wings. He arched his back and pulled up his pants, tucking himself back before doing them up. I buttoned his shirt, telling him it was a shame to cover up. We spent the rest of the ride kissing, our lips meeting in brief, but passionate, touches.

Each time we touched my body hummed, like the after effects of being shocked, every part of me was awake, alert and completely wanting to feel it again and again. What he gave me was a high of sorts, and I was becoming an addict.

What was worse…I didn't fucking care.

About twenty minutes later, Aro pulled up into a parking space. I tapped on the window and he lowered it.

"We're here, sir," he said as got out and opened out door. I climbed out first, and waited beside Aro for Edward, who kept his eyes downcast and cheeks pink as he straightened out his jacket. His embarrassment was a fucking turn on.

I wanted to take him right there.

Aro couldn't resist. "Did you enjoy the scenery?" he smirked. Edward glanced at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Scenery has never felt so good, Aro," Edward returned with shy smile. Chuckling, Aro shut the door.

"An hour sir?"

"Yes, we'll meet you here in an hour," I agreed and took Edward's hand again. We made our way along the small board walk, popping into a few shops. Edward purchased a wind chime for his mother and I bought a new scented candle. Occasionally we held hands, sometimes we just walked. When we came to a tall box at the entrance of an arcade, Edward stopped me.

"Oh my God, I haven't seen one of these since I was a kid," he said as he tugged my hand and dragged me closer. There was a heavy blue curtain covering an opening on the side and a place for dollar bills on the outside next to a few buttons.

I had no fucking clue what it was.

"We used to vacation in San Diego, their boardwalk had one of these, Alice and I always did them, making funny faces and stuff. Sometimes, they actually come out pretty good," he recalled as the looked it over. "Can we do it?" he asked me excitedly.

Do what? I had no idea what he wanted me to do and felt embarrassed not knowing what I was standing in front of. Quickly, I glanced around to try to pick up clues. The design on the booth was bright colors and showed random people's faces.

Was it like peep show? You go in and pay money and watch a quick porn video while you jack off? Seemed plausible that Edward would want to do that with me. Shrugging, I smiled and said, "Sure."

Almost giddy, he took out a few dollars and just as he went to put them in the slot, I stopped him.

"Wait," I said, grabbing his wrist and he looked at me. "Edward, I…fuck, this is really embarrassing, but I don't know what this is. I don't know what you want me to do in there," I admitted very quietly. At first he looked at me like I was joking but when he realized I was serious, he brought a hand up to my cheek.

"Jasper," he began in a soothing voice. "It's a photo booth. You go inside and sit on this tiny seat and there is a camera that takes your picture four times, and then you wait for a minute and it gives you the pictures right away. I think with cell phones now they have become almost extinct, but they used be very popular. You never did one with your friends?"

Biting my lip, I shook my head, letting my hair fall over my eyes. I think the only time my picture had ever been taken before coming to the Service had been when I entered the Home and they took my picture for my file. I might have had a few class pictures taken when I was in grade school but I couldn't recall.

I had definitely not had it done in a booth.

"Come on," he said, "It's fun, you'll see." He turned and put the money in and then darted into the booth, tugging my hand. The inside was tiny, and Edward sat down and pulled me onto his lap, couldn't help but groan as his hands went to my thighs to keep me from falling. "That light there will flash a few times and when it turns green it will take the picture. It's bright flash, so you got to be ready."

His enthusiasm was contagious and I nodded eagerly. "Do we do anything special?"

"Like?"

"Well, you said you and Alice made funny faces," I hinted.

"Oh, we definitely have to do some funny faces," he laughed. "Okay, ready?" he asked, his hand poised over a large button. "Once I press this, it's going to start."

He pressed the button and we both burst out in laughter, the camera taking our picture mid-laugh, the next one we were more prepared and both grinned into the lens, then Edward stuck out his tongue and rolled his eyes while I pulled my lips apart and clenched my eyes. For the last one, Edward reached up and turned my face to him, kissing me on the mouth just as the flash brightened the small space.

The pictures were developed and waiting for us while we made out of the booth. Turning, I straddled his lap, grinding my hips into his as I buried my hands in his hair and plunged my tongue into his delicious mouth while his hands groped my ass. Moaning into the kiss, I fucking ached to have him, to touch him, without the barrier of the clothing.

Panting, I pulled away and gave him a lazy smile. "The things I'm going to do to you later," I promised with one last thrust of my hips. "I hope those rooms are soundproofed."

"I paid extra for a soundproofed room," he countered, and I wasn't sure if he we joking or not. Climbing off him, we got up and exited to find our pictures waiting for us. We started laughing again when we saw the result of the funny faces, but the one of us kissing made my cock twitch. Edward put them in his pocket and we picked up our bags and went back to the car to drop them off. I told Aro we were going to walk along the beach. We took off our jackets and shoes and headed for the sand.

At the water's edge, Edward picked up a rock and skimmed it along the top of the water with skill. He did a few more times and I watched in awe.

"How do you that?" I asked, tilting my head.

"You never skimmed rocks in Texas?" he asked staring at the sand looking for another rock. I shook my head and sighed. Being with Edward made me realize how much I had missed, how little time I had actually been a boy, a child, before I had been forced to grow up. How many other typical kid things besides 'skimming rocks' and having my picture taken had I missed? With Riley and others on the street, childhoods were rarely talked about, I had shared a bit of mine with Riley, he knew of my past, but we never talked about what we did and didn't do.

I bet even Riley knew how to skim rocks.

"No," I said, hesitantly as I watched him pick up and another swing his arm back.

"You sure led a sheltered life, Jasper," he glanced at me with a strange look. He was more than curious, he was suspicious about these basic childhood things I was clueless about.

Now, if he had asked me how to make a fifteen year old boy come when one of the Home mothers was only a few feet away, I could tell him. But throwing rocks? I was clueless.

"I guess I did," I agreed, at least in part. "Will you show me?"

"Sure," he smiled. "Look for flat rock, preferably circular but any shape will do." He and I scoured the sand, feeling it sink between our toes as we nudged rocks aside to find good ones. Finally, I spotted one and picked it up, offering it to him. "Perfect. Now put it in your hand like this," he said as he demonstrated how to hold it resting in the fleshy spot between my thumb and index finger. "Curl your finger around it, leaving this part open."

I imitated him and he nodded. "Exactly, then bring back your arm and throw it out. The key is to release it evenly, don't bring your arm up to high or two low, it will just plop into the water, you want it to land on the water flat so it skips across it."

He brought his arm back and with the skill of a little league pitcher, he swung his arm and released the rock. It hit the water and the skipped three times before sinking.

"Your turn," he said. Following his instructions, I brought my arm back and then flung it forward, releasing the rock. Splashing as it hit the water, it skipped once and then sank. "Not bad for your first time," he said proudly. We continued to walk, casting occasional good stones into the water, but even after a dozen times, I could only get it skip twice.

"Jasper, can I ask you something?" he asked while we walked, the water splashing around our feet. My mind raced, I knew what was coming. I was pissed at myself for letting too many things slip, for making him too curious, I should have just kept my mouth shut.

But part of me wanted to tell him, wanted him to know how damaged I was, what he was getting into when he was with me, how I would never be normal like him. Maybe I was trying to sabotage whatever it was that I felt with him, maybe I wanted him to be afraid of me and run away so he wouldn't get hurt.

And maybe I just wanted him to know who I was.

Against my better judgment, I nodded.

Keeping his eyes on the sand at his feet, he bit his lip. "If this is too personal, don't answer, I understand it's none of my business, but…how did you become an escort?"

There it was.

Because I was so good as sex I thought I might as well get paid for it.

Swallowing, I considered his question and the best way to answer it without lying.

He sensed my hesitation and spoke up. "It's okay, don't answer it. It was rude of me to ask."

"No, it's okay," I said, partially lying. "Tanya discovered me when she was walking down the street one day. Said I had the look she was looking for and invited me for an interview. She asked me some questions, found out I wasn't in college and offered me a nice amount of money and some other perks that were too hard to resist. It was better than my current position so I took it."

"Do you…do you like it?" he asked quietly.

It was better than being raped or working the streets.

"It's fantastic money, and I have a great apartment. I can afford things I didn't even know existed before. There are some clients I could do without, but for the most part, they are okay. Some are even pretty damn hot," I finished winking at him.

"How did you end up in Seattle?"

Sighing, I stopped walking and he stopped with me. Reaching out I took his hand and brought it up for kiss. "Can we save that topic for another day?" I asked hopefully.

"Of course," he gave me a small smile. "You know," he said, beginning to walk again, still holding my hand. "That bj in the car was pretty fucking hot," he blushed.

"You liked that huh?" I pushed his shoulder with mine. "I thought you might."

"Definitely. I've always had to keep my public displays hidden, hell I've been afraid to even look at a guy for years but out here, I can be a bit freer and it's so nice."

"That was definitely free," I laughed. "You were hot, half undressed, with your hard cock."

"Jasper," he chided embarrassed glancing around us.

"No one can hear us," I assured him and started walking again, still holding his hand. "Tell me something about yourself?"

"There isn't anything to tell. I work, and I work some more," he answered, a bit sad.

"Then tell me something from your childhood." Perhaps I could live vicariously through him. He thought for a few minutes and then reached up to his hair and pulled it back from his forehead.

"See that small scar?" he asked and I squinted in the sun and sure enough saw a tiny white scar in his hairline. "I got that when I was ten. Alice and I were playing a game of baseball. We had a few friends over and we were playing in our backyard. Well I was up to bat and Alice was pitching. For petite girl, she was pretty good and strong, but she wound up and threw the ball and beamed me right there, knocked me out cold. The next thing I know, I wake up on the couch, my mother dabbing a wet cloth to my head. It wouldn't stop bleeding. Hurt like hell too. Doctor came to the house and gave me six stitches," he was almost laughing at the memory.

"I bet you never let her pitch again."

"Nope, banned her from pitching after that. I swear she did it on purpose, but she denied it of course."

He told me a few more stories about him and Alice. I said it must have been nice to have a sibling. Maybe things would have turned out differently for me if I had another to survive hell with me, someone that I could rely on.

But I had gone through it alone.

And as I walked along the beach holding hands with a beautiful boy, I wondered if I had to go it alone anymore. I wondered what it might feel like to have someone in my corner, looking out for me, supporting me and just…caring.

I wondered if Edward might be that someone.

After walking in silence for a few minutes Edward suggested we turn and head back to the car. We skipped a few more rocks along the way and then Edward stopped and bent over, using his long fingers he brushed the sand off a shell half buried in the brown grains. He picked it up and turned the delicate piece over in his hands.

"Isn't it nice?" he asked holding it up for my inspection. I agreed and examined the intricate design of tans and whites.

"What is it?"

Shrugging, he replied, "I don't know, but I'm going to keep it. Remind me of this day always." He curled his fingers around and we continued walking. A few minutes later, we reached Aro, who handed us a towel to try our feet off with before we climbed into the back of the car. Getting in behind the wheel, he looked in the mirror.

"Where to, sir?"

"Renaissance Hotel," I answered.

"Would you like me to take the scenic route so that you might enjoy it?" he asked as he backed out of the space. I chuckled at his hinting that Edward might want to reciprocate the blow job from earlier.

"No, that's okay, I'm sure I will enjoy the scenery later this evening," I smiled. Nodding, he turned onto the street and headed for the hotel. Edward put his fingers on my chin and turned my face to his before kissing me, his thumb stroking my cheek as his tongue traced my lips.

When he pulled away, he put his forehead to mine and whispered, "Thank you for a wonderful day, Jasper."

"It's not over yet, baby," I winked. With a happy sigh, Edward laid his head on my shoulder and closed his eyes, his hand holding mine in my lap.

It was one of the happiest moments in my life.

"**~~**"

Epov~

It had been such a surreal day. The best day of my life actually, but I wasn't sure if that should have been a bad thing. My first date was with a man I paid to fuck me.

When he had showed up at my hotel room, looking more sexy than anyone should have been allowed to in a casual polo shirt and jeans, I had been ridiculously ecstatic. Then, I had smelled his previous client. The distinctive scent of sex and what seemed to be a disgusting cologne or aftershave had suffocated his normal delicious scent and I had immediately pushed him away. I hadn't meant to be so harsh but I was so...angry.

Not at Jasper, but at the man who had had him previously.

Touched him, kissed him, fucked him. Made him come.

Images of another man bringing Jasper pleasure, making him moan or scream or beg, sucking his cock or -even worse, making Jasper suck his - had flashed in my mind and all I wanted to do was track him down and let him know that Jasper was mine.

It had been ridiculous, of course. Jasper wasn't mine, and he had only been doing his job. That's why I had felt so terrible for being so awful to him about it. The jealousy I had felt had been uncalled for; I had no right to be jealous, much less angry, about what he did with other people.

They paid for him the same way I did.

It didn't make it hurt any less though.

Not only had another man been with Jasper, he had also taken him away from me for the night. I had even offered more money and he had still won. Losing was not something I was accustomed to. When I wanted something, I got it. Nothing, or no one, stopped me. That was the Cullen way. I had never worried about my competition; I knew they didn't stand a chance against me. My name and money could solve any problem I came up against.

Though, apparently, not with Jasper.

I made up my mind that I would just have to plan ahead. Request Jasper for the entire weekend before someone else could beat me to him. I refused to lose again. I wanted him and I was going to have him.

Jasper hadn't held my reaction against me though and instead kissed my shame away while we sat at the piano.

After leaving the hotel, we walked down the street and my heart raced. I was walking down a street, in daylight and public with a man.

A gay man.

Sure, an escort, but none of the people we passed by knew that. They saw two guys, friends maybe, possibly lovers, walking and talking and laughing,

It wasn't until the urge to reach for his hand could not be denied that we solidified that we were a couple. Our hands had brushed more than once in our close proximity and standing at a stoplight, I glanced once around me and then I finally did it.

I let my fingers crawl into his.

I had held his hand before, a lot actually. But it was different out there, under the watchful, sometimes hateful, stares of others.

His grip was warm and comforting and secure. We continued to the first place on his agenda and the entire time I had held hands.

With a boy.

With Jasper.

In public.

I wanted to do it more.

He had taken me to the first Starbucks and I was a little reluctant to admit how exciting that actually was for me. Not only was it was practically a national monument, but it was such a …normal thing to do. Couples wake up, have sex and then go get coffee. Well, maybe we hadn't woken up together, and he had the sex with another but we did get the coffee together…holding hands. The longer we were in public, the less I found myself glancing around constantly for someone that might recognize me, and the more I found myself being his lover.

I had known that buying him flowers was a relatively cheesy thing to do but I had seen it done numerous times in movies and my father bought flowers for my mother all the time, and I just wanted to make Jasper smile.

It had worked.

Looking more beautiful than anything I had ever seen, he had graced me with a wide smile and sparkling eyes, making the desire that I felt toward him so much stronger that I just had to kiss him. So with a racing heart, I choked out how beautiful he was and then without a second thought, I leaned in and kissed him. Delicate, lush lips returned my kiss, and I could tell he was resisting the urge to deepen it, although I'm not entirely sure I would have resisted if he had.

It had definitely been a day of firsts and I had been so pleased that it had been with Jasper.

As Jasper had shown me around the city, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have him with me every day; waking up next to him, coming home to him, bringing him with me to family dinners at my parent's house- normal things that normal couples would do. I had let myself believe it to be true, even if only for the day.

Up until we had run into Daniel.

My entire body threatened to give out when I had seen him standing in the lobby of the Space Needle and I had ripped my hand from Jasper's forcefully, immediately slipping into business mask I wore every day. I had felt terrible about having to lie about who Jasper was, hell, I wasn't even able to say his last name because I didn't know it. I had been tempted to just come out right then and there but I knew I couldn't. Regardless, I had been really close to telling Daniel to fuck off when I heard the way he spoke to Jasper. It hadn't been overtly rude or even that impolite, but the condescending undertone was definitely there.

It was part of our upbringing; the need to challenge every person we came up against –especially if it was a member of another company. We had to establish a sense of dominance, an underlying warning that we didn't take any bullshit, no matter who or what we were dealing with. Even though I had understood why Daniel had acted the way he did, it didn't mean that I liked it. Not with Jasper.

Luckily, Jasper had appeared unfazed, taking everything Daniel said in stride with a challenging tone of his own. I had been impressed, most people were intimidated by people like Daniel and me but Jasper seemed perfectly at ease, the same air of confidence pouring off of him as if Daniel was just another client.

After the awkward and nerve-racking run in with Daniel, we had moved inside for lunch. I had originally planned for it to be a simple meal, just Jasper and I spending time together. Never would I have anticipated the declarations we had both made. I mean we hadn't vowed our lifelong love to one another or anything but it was enough. Hearing that he felt...something for me, even if neither one of us had been able to describe what it was, meant more than I could have ever hoped for. Being open with him about not being out of the closet was a relief too, I hoped that it might explain some of my hesitant ways when it came to doing the normal, everyday couple things.

As we had walked along the beach, I had barely been able to contain my happiness. Everything he did or said had made my chest swell, almost painfully, with a tingling warmth that continued to grow as the day went on. How his hand stayed in mine or the way his eyes lit up when he smiled at me and my previous train of thoughts had come back.

I had been thinking of Jasper as a possession, something for me to stake my claim on and not the truly magnificent human being that he was. I had been angry and thinking selfishly, treating Jasper as if he was a car that other people borrowed and didn't clean out when they were finished. As terrible as the analogy was, it was true. I only hoped that Jasper hadn't really felt that way and if he did, I was going to change it.

I would prove that he was more than just an escort to me. Even though I couldn't really identify what it was that I was feeling, I knew that it was more.

I had also sworn to myself that I would, eventually, find out more about Jasper's past, hell even his last name would be nice. It didn't escape me that he had been avoiding certain topics in hopes to not have to explain anything, which had been fine with me. I could be patient. However, his lack of knowledge about things, normal childhood experiences, made my heart ache a bit, as well as wonder how the hell he had miss so much, such simple things that every kid should have done. Had he just been incredibly sheltered, like raised in a cult or something or was it more that he had simple grown up way too fast?

What boy doesn't know how to skim rocks, and what kid has never done a photo booth before? There was a reason for the lack of simple childhood joys, and I had only hoped that at some point, he would feel comfortable enough to confide in me.

"Baby? We're here," Jasper's soft voice broke my swirling thoughts.

"Thank you, Aro," I told him as we slid out of the back seat and out the door he was holding.

"Anytime, Mr. Cullen."

Once we were back in the room, I felt Jasper's arm wrap around my waist from behind. "Would you like to take a shower with me?"

Smiling, I turned my head and placed a soft kiss on his luscious mouth. "Mmm, that sounds perfect."

We took our time in the shower, washing each other thoroughly, Jasper paying special attention to my cock, edging me for long, glorious moments before finally bringing me to orgasm with his mouth, my head dropping back as loud groans escaped me. I eagerly returned the favor, enjoying the way he became so vocal the closer he got to coming. After I swallowed him down, I glanced up at him and grinned.

Stroking my cheek with his fingertip he looked at me questioningly. "I guess you got to enjoy the scenery," I chuckled to his unanswered question. We washed each other once more with sensual touches and soft kisses until we finally stepped out and dried off. Dressed in only our robes, we ordered room service and then lounged on the sofa, wrapped up in one another, exchanging kisses and tender caresses as we waited for our food.

"I know I've already said this but...today has been amazing, Jasper. Thank you so much for sharing it with me."

Gracing me with my favorite dimpled grin, he kissed his way to my ear and whispered, "It's not over yet, baby."

There it was again, that word. The one that was quickly become my favorite word ever, especially when it fell from his lips. The ease of which he said it, reverently even, made me wonder, for just a second, if he called all his clients that name. But when I looked into his eyes when he said it, the storm rising in them, I knew he didn't.

It was mine and mine alone.

When I heard the knock at the door, I let the waiter in and asked him to set it up at the dining room table. After tipping him, he quickly made his way out and Jasper and I took our seats. Toasting to a great day, Jasper with apple juice again and me with a glass of wine, I smiled widely and held his hand for a moment longer before cutting into my steak.

"What's your family like?" he asked after taking a sip of his drink.

Laughing, I said, "Like any other family, I suppose. Nosey and intrusive." He smiled and I continued. "No, they are...great, actually. My father is dedicated to his work, but he is devoted to us. I swear, if you could see the way he still looks at my mother, even after all these years..." I shook my head with a gentle smile.

"And Alice?"

"Alice is quite a character. She's attending the Parsons School of Fashion. She comes home at least once every few months though. Even if it is only to irritate me," I smirked.

He laughed softly and a wistful look appeared on his face very briefly. I assumed he was thinking about his lack of family and I felt terrible for him, and even worse that I had so easily talked about mine. Taking them for granted was something I had done often and imagining how empty Jasper's life must have been without anyone made my chest ache. We continued talking through the rest of dinner and I chose to avoid any topic that was related to family, not wanting to see that look on Jasper's face again. Once we finished, Jasper led me to the bedroom and opened the closet.

"Get dressed. Nothing too fancy, just nice. I'm ready to for the second half of our date," he winked and kissed me chastely before grabbing his bag from beside the bed and going to the guest bathroom.

Nervous and excited, I searched through my limited wardrobe and had a fleeting thought to call Alice for advice. Finally, I decided on a pair of black slacks and a dark blue button down shirt, a leather belt and black loafers. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I attempted, and failed, to tame my unruly hair as my stomach was in knots in anticipation of where he was going to take me. No amount of gel or brushing could get it to lie down and I silently cursed my parents for giving me such aggravating hair. Eventually, I gave up and huffed in frustration, straightening out my clothes again and leaving the bathroom.

My breath hitched when I spotted Jasper.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he was leaning back on his palms with his legs spread wide. He wore a black polo style shirt that some type of silver oriental design on the front, worn blue jeans and black boots. His hair, apparently easily tamed, hung loosely around his face and had been brushed.

He looked so damn sexy.

"Wow," he said lowly, sauntering towards me and raking his eyes over my body. "Fuck, maybe we should just stay in."

"You look incredible," I exclaimed, pulling him to me and attaching my lips to his neck, his freshly sprayed cologne tangy on my lips but worth it as long as I got to feel the beating of his pulse under my lips.

"Edward," he growled, snapping my hips to his to rub our hard cocks together. "If you don't stop, we'll never leave this hotel room."

"Mmhmm," I hummed, not really seeing why staying in would be such a bad thing at that point.

Pushing me away gently, he took a deep breath and cleared his throat. "Get your sexy ass to the car, Mr. Cullen. I won't let you distract me any longer." I pouted, and he laughed deeply. "I promise you won't be disappointed. Besides, the longer I make you wait, the more you'll need me later," he grinned wickedly and began dragging me toward the door.

After greeting Aro again, we climbed into the black car and pulled away from the hotel, Jasper's hand reaching across the seat to find mine. After a very short ride, the car stopped. While we waited for Aro, I turned to Jasper.

"Really? He drives you to a place that's only three minutes away?"

He nodded. "Yep. If I'm working, he is with me. He even has to wait while I'm…." he trailed off, not finishing his train of thought to save my heart a bit of ache. Aro opened the door and we stepped out, a bright neon sign catching my attention. It read 'Neighbours' and I looked at Jasper with a quirked brow.

"Come on," he took my hand and pulled me toward the door. "We're here early so we won't have to deal with a line."

"Have fun," Aro called behind us.

At the doorway, I got out my ID, as did Jasper, and we flashed them to the bouncer. I caught a quick glimpse of Jasper's card and while I couldn't see any details, I noticed it was not your typical driver's license. I wondered if he even had one, it made sense, he lived in a city and had a driver; he really had no need for a license. They stamped Jasper's hand and we entered. All I could see was darkness and a faint flashing of light. As we stepped in, I realized it was a night club. I briefly wondered why he had been so secretive about bringing me there, I had been to a night club once before and I had heard Alice talk of them numerous times. Walking through a thick crowd, the flashing lights got brighter and the dance music got louder, swirls of patrons' conversations reached my ears as we pushed forward. When we reached a clearing in the crowd, my eyes immediately landed on a sight I never thought I'd see.

A large dance floor with two tall columns on either side with caged, male dancers, the bright strobe lights making their skin sparkle, suspended above it.

That wasn't the shocking part.

The place was filled with half naked, sweaty, writhing men.

Sexy men.

Gay men.

I noticed Jasper was staring at me with an amused expression on his face as I gawked at the sea of bodies. Glancing back at him, I'm sure my face reflected my shock.

And my instant arousal.

"You're drooling," he teased, pretending to wipe away something from my chin.

"I've never..." I trailed off, gesturing toward the crowded dance floor with a nod of my head.

"I figured," he replied, slipping his arm around my waist. "That's why I brought you here."

I fidgeted uncomfortably, unsure of how to act or what to say. The atmosphere was so unlike anything I had ever been to; men writhing against each other, groping and kissing openly. Leather pants, tight tee shirts, if any at all, some with glitter or neon paint, flashing strobe lights and loud music.

It was...dirty.

It was Sodom and Gomorrah.

It was perfect.

Everything I had ever wanted but couldn't have.

Taking my silence the wrong way, his brow furrowed and he cupped my cheek in his palm. "Hey, is this okay? If you aren't comfortable-"

I cut him off with a firm kiss. "Jasper, this is more than okay. This is..." Once again I was unable to finish my sentence, the words, which would have been completely inadequate for what I was feeling, caught in my throat as I looked back out to the dance floor and my cock twitched. Since Jasper and I were pressed so close together, he felt it. A slow, sexy grin spread across his face before his eyes raked down my body, leaning away from me a bit to drop his gaze to my dick.

"Well, apparently this is okay," he smirked and kissed me.

After several long moments of his soft lips pressed to mine, he pulled back and smiled again. "Come on, let's get you a drink."

Holding my hand, he pulled me forward toward the bar. The place was packed, men and a few women talking and laughing, dancing very intimately with one another. The music was loud, pounding in my ears in a way I had never heard before, it was something upbeat and every time the bass hit, I felt it vibrate the black tile under my feet.

We came upon a large, semi circle bar, the marble top flecked with bits of neon paint. It was lined with black high rise barstools. Behind the bar was the largest array of liquor I had ever seen - everything from the most expensive tequila to the cheapest beer.

Jasper dropped my hand and leaned on the bar, looking back at me over his shoulder. "What are you drinking?"

"Uh," I stuttered, unable to think of any alcoholic beverage because two barstools down from where I was standing, two men were pushed closed together and making out. I wasn't trying to stare but it was just so...hot.

Sweat beaded across my brow and I suddenly felt very, very warm.

Jasper's laugh made me snap back to attention. "Uh...white Russian is fine," I finally said to the bartender that had been waiting for me to decide, not really sure if I actually liked white Russians or not, but it was the first thing that had popped into my head.

Maybe the boys making out were Russian.

"Hello, there," a smooth voice whispered in my ear.

Surprised, I jumped a bit and spun around, my eyes falling on a sculpted, very bare chest. About four inches taller than my six foot three build, he towered over me, barrel-chested and huge biceps, his form reminded me of Emmett. Finally raising my eyes to his face, a perfect row of bright white teeth appeared behind thin lips as he smiled at me. Dark eyes and dark hair, even the cut he wore reminded me of my best friend.

I gulped and stammered out a weak, "Hi."

To be nervous was not standard for me, I was calm, cool, collected…usually. I was about as far out of my element as possible, and I was loving every minute of it, even if my heart raced painfully in my chest.

"Now what's a pretty little thing like you doing standing here all alone?" His large hand came up and he ran one finger from the side of my neck down my chest where the buttons of my shirt had been left open. I watched his finger and then looked back at him, utterly shocked and speechless.

"He's not alone," Jasper said forcefully and I felt his arm slip around my back to rest his hand on my waist possessively.

The burly man cocked an eyebrow and glared at Jasper. "Shouldn't leave something as delectable as him alone for too long, someone better might snatch him up."

I stood completely dumbfounded as I watched Jasper and the large man challenge one another. Like peacocks strutting their feathers for the potential mate. I felt like I should have said something, defended Jasper in one way or another but I couldn't make my mouth work. Regardless that Jasper was easily outsized by the man, he didn't once consider backing down, and I would have put money on Jasper in a fight. There was a cool air about him, a confidence that he emitted that clearly said 'fuck off'. Jasper might have led a sheltered childhood, but he knew how to handle himself as a man. I wondered where he had learned to handle himself so well.

Jasper merely smirked. "I don't think that will be a problem. So far, I haven't seen anyone around here that would be any competition for me."

I had to suppress a giggle, yes, a giggle. Challenging, confident, Jasper was really sexy.

The man just glared harder for a moment before spinning around and stalking off.

Jasper just shook his head and laughed. "Here's your drink," he said motioning to the bartender behind me. Jasper handed him a twenty, telling him to keep the change and I took the drink. I continued to stare at him wide eyed, still a bit in shock of what had just happened with the big guy. Was that normal? Random men hitting on other random men? I had had my few encounters but I had always known the person, at least for a short amount of time before taking it to the next level. Talking to complete strangers about something other than business was new for me, even with the escort service it was different because we both knew why a strange man was meeting me at my hotel room. It wasn't to talk and get to know one another- it was to have sex, nothing more nothing less.

Until Jasper, of course.

"Sorry, baby," Jasper said after taking a sip of his water. "I wouldn't have thought you'd be approached so quickly but...looking the way you do, I'm not all that surprised. Just have to keep my hands on you all night, I guess."

"I think I can handle that," I smiled even a blush heated my cheeks and I took a sip of my white Russian, relatively surprised that I did actually like the flavor. As we stood, I sipped my drink a little too fast as I continued to fidget. My attention was so divided; the eye candy to my right, the grinding men on the dance floor, Jasper to my left. I didn't know what to do with myself.

My head whipped around when I felt Jasper taking my drink from my hand and I saw him set it, along with his bottle of water, on the bar.

"Come with me," he requested, leading me off to the side of the dance floor.

Confused, I let him lead me until suddenly I was pushed into a darkened corner and Jasper's lips were on mine. It was relatively empty, most of the people already dancing or standing at the bar and the lighting was poor. When I felt his hand cup my still hard cock through my jeans, I jerked.

"Jasper, what are you doing?" I practically shrieked, reaching down to still his hand. He grinned wickedly before kissing me hard, effectively pushing any rational thought from my mind until all I could think about was his hand that was still pressed against my crotch. It felt so good; his tongue swirling with mine, his body weight pressing into me, the delicious pressure on my cock. The music vibrated through my body, mixing with the familiar hum I always felt when Jasper was touching me. I felt his fingers sliding my zipper down, reaching inside to grasp my cock and I gasped, wrenching my mouth from his as my head lolled back. "Jasper, we can't do this here," I said, already a little breathless.

Kissing my neck, he worked his up to my ear and whispered, "Yes we can. No one can see anything, it just looks like we're making out." He bit my earlobe and traced the outer edge with his tongue before continuing. "I want you to fuck my hand, Edward. I want to see you come, right here, right now."

I groaned and dropped my hands to my sides, clenching my fists hard and shuddering when he pulled my cock through the fly of my jeans. Through hooded eyes, I watched intensely as he spit into his palm and wrapped his hand back around my erection, smoothly stroking it. My heart was pounding furiously; I could hear it in my ears even as the music blasted. "Jasper, I-I can't..." I trailed off with a grunt as he swiped his thumb over my slit.

Chuckling, he kissed my neck again. "It sure feels like you can." His hand stopped and I nearly whined. "Come on, baby, thrust your hips. Fuck my hand the way I know you want to."

By that point, I was so worked up and my cock was aching, it didn't matter that we were in public and that anyone could see us, all I could think was that I wanted, that I needed, more. Taking a deep, shaky breath, I slowly pushed forward, moaning softly when my cock slid through his fist. It was a teasing grip, not quite tight enough, but it still made my body quiver in pleasure. I pulled back and thrust forward again, breathing his name and begging him to kiss me.

He happily obliged.

My senses were overloaded; his scent in my lungs, his tongue in my mouth, his hand on my cock, all the voices and the music in the club, everything mixing together to push me closer and closer to that euphoric release that my body was craving.

Growling, I clenched my eyes tighter and moved my mouth from his to rest my forehead on his shoulder when he finally squeezed my erection firmly. My arms had found their way around his neck and I was fucking his hand faster, my hips slamming back into the wall every time I pulled back, only to shove forward harder and faster than before.

"You look so fucking hot right now," he exclaimed in a husky whisper in my ear. "God, I'd love to just turn you around and shove my cock inside you, fucking you so hard and deep until you sprayed your cum all over that wall."

"Jesus, fuck, Jasper...oh my God."

"I'm so hard for you, Edward. I can't wait to get you back to that hotel room and show you exactly what you do to me."

He attacked my neck, sucking and biting and licking every place he could reach. Opening my eyes, I looked up through my lashes over Jasper's shoulder, my gaze landing on a couple that was dancing seductively not far from where Jasper and I stood.

They were both sexy, one blonde and the other brunette. Shirtless and sweaty, they writhed against each other, the blonde's chest pressed against the brunettes back as his hands rested on his hips. They way they moved was such a turn on, like they were the only two in the club and the dancing was foreplay. As I watched the blonde twist and tug at the brunettes nipple rings, his head falling back onto his dance partner's shoulder, my balls began to tingle and I whimpered, thrusting my hips erratically into Jasper's slick hand.

Jasper's lips left my neck and he turned his head to glance at me, chuckling when he noticed what I was doing. "Do I have a little voyeur on my hands?"

Panting, I moaned again when the blonde's hand slid down the brunette's abs and to his crotch, rubbing his cock through his jeans, the brunette pushed his hips forward and circled them and I could see the blonde's approving smile.

"So fucking hot," I ground out through clenched teeth.

"Not nearly as sexy as you, baby."

I imagined that was me and Jasper on the dance floor, the heat of his body pressed against my back, shamelessly gripping my cock for everyone to see, letting every last guy know that I was his and his alone.

So carefree. So happy.

I was so close.

"Jasper, you're going to make me come."

He had taken over by that point, stroking my cock swiftly, dipping his thumb into my slit on every other pass. One more tight stroke and I was coming, biting down on his shoulder to muffle my scream as my legs shook and my abdomen clenched. My eyes were shut again, bright flashes of light popping behind my eyelids with every spurt of cum that left me. It wasn't until I had started coming back to earth that I realized Jasper had used his other hand to place a wad of napkins over the head of my cock, effectively keeping us clear of the large mess I had just created.

"God damn, Edward. That was so...fuck, I'm never going to be able to dance now," he laughed, kissing my lips softly.

"Yeah," I replied breathlessly. I wasn't sure why but I always seemed to lose my ability to speak eloquently immediately after an orgasm.

"Now, let's go get you another drink. I have a feeling I'll need to get you all liquored up before I drag you to the dance floor."

Still in the afterglow of my orgasm, I couldn't even muster up the energy to be nervous about dancing, my body too loose and relaxed to care. We made our way back to the bar, my blush returning as we received a few knowing smirks and winks from a few gentlemen as we passed.

At the bar, I ordered another White Russian, which I immediately took a large gulp of as he sipped his water with a smirk of his own.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing," he replied with an innocent shrug. "Drink up, baby. I'm ready to see your moves."

Ignoring the slight burn, I downed the rest of my drink and set the empty cup on the bar. Grabbing my hand, he took one last gulp of his water and began leading me to the dance floor. My stomach twisted in knots and my hands started shaking. It was so crowded that we bumped into a few couples on the way to a semi-clear spot, though I didn't think they minded judging by the way they smiled at Jasper and how several groped my ass as I passed.

"Jasper, I-I don't know how to do this," I mumbled in his ear, slightly embarrassed that I didn't know what I was doing.

"Dance? But...I saw pictures. Of you at some fancy ball or something. You were dancing with a woman."

Blushing, I gave him my crooked grin. "Yes, well, I highly doubt you brought me out here to do the Viennese Waltz or the Foxtrot."

Tilting his head, he looked confused for a moment before realization dawned on his face and he nodded slowly. As the strobe lights slowed, a different song started playing, one with a more erotic tempo than the previous. Spinning me around, he pulled my back into his chest, resting his hands on my hips.

"It's easy, just move to the beat. Close your eyes and listen to it, let your body feel the rhythm."

I felt his hips swaying back and forth against my ass as his hands guided my hips from one side to the other, matching the deep thump of the music. The alcohol was hitting me then, loosening my muscles and making my head hazy. I found myself moving with him, grinding my ass against his hard cock as my arms moved up and back, wrapping around his neck and pulling him down so that his lips would meet my skin. His warm tongue licked up the side of my neck, biting and sucking gently until he reached my ear.

"See? It's not that hard," he whispered huskily.

I gave a cheeky grin and turned my head to meet his eyes as I ground my hips back. "Sure feels hard to me."

Groaning, he attacked my lips as we continued to move, eventually spinning me back around to face him. When my moved my hips again, our cocks mashed together creating a friction that felt so damn good, I started getting hard again. Pulling back, he stared at me intensely through heavy lidded eyes.

"You're," he paused and I watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. "You're really good at this."

That didn't surprise me, I had music in my blood, while I didn't really know club music, I knew rhythm and beats. Also, I was usually good at anything I tried but hearing from Jasper made it different, made it actually mean something.

"Yeah?" I asked with a smile, circling my hips again to brush my erection against his. He groaned and tightened his grip on my waist, his head dropping back as I continued to rub our cocks together. Long and pale, the exposed skin of his neck called to me and I couldn't help but lean forward and run my tongue across his pulse point, moaning at the taste of him. Bringing his head back up, he immediately caught my lips in a heated kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth hungrily. Sliding his hands around my back, he moved them down to cup my ass in both hands, pushing hard to grind my cock into his as he rocked forward to meet me. My arms were around his neck, fisting his hair in my hands as he continued to devour my mouth.

"Edward," he whispered into the kiss. I barely heard it over the pulsing music but the need in his voice made me shiver and I realized just how much I wanted him right then. However, a part of me knew that once we went back to my hotel room, once the mind blowing sex was over and we went to sleep, the day would be over. I wasn't ready for it to end yet, afraid that the next day would bring us back to a client/escort relationship and I wasn't ready to let this newfound Jasper go yet.

Slowing the kiss, I slid my lips across his gently, no longer fisting his curls, but instead playing with the wispy ends, enjoying the way his arms encircled my waist tightly. With a few more soft pecks, he pulled back and opened his eyes. They were heavy lidded but bright, shining with...something. The same thing I hoped was showing in mine and I was sure his smile matched my own.

We continued to dance, sometimes slow and sensual, other times faster and more light hearted but no matter what, we were pressed close together. The hordes of people surrounding us were practically forgotten as we stared into each other's eyes, kissing softly and just enjoying each other's company. I was so enraptured by him that the music probably could have stopped and I would have never even noticed. The numerous shirtless men and dancers couldn't even steal my attention away from Jasper. He was, by far, the most beautiful man in the room anyway.

Leaning forward, he kissed below my ear before whispering, "Having fun, baby?"

I knew the term of endearment probably shouldn't have affected me the way it did but I couldn't help it. Every time I heard it, my stomach flipped and what I was sure was a stupid grin came across my face.

"Very much so," I whispered back, kissing his cheek. "Thank you for bringing me here, Jasper."

He graced me with a wide smile. "My pleasure, Edward."

I buried my face in the crook of his neck and breathed in deeply, the mixture of sweat and Jasper assaulting my senses. Just then, a fast tempo song boomed through the club and the crowd went wild. I pulled back to look at Jasper, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"It's Party in the USA," he explained, like it should have been obvious.

It wasn't.

I raised my eyebrows, hoping he would explain further.

"You know, Miley Cyrus...?"

"Oh, I've heard of her," I nodded. Alice had mentioned something once about an outfit by someone name Cyrus.

"You've heard of her? Edward, she's one of the biggest singers around right now." He sounded completely incredulous but I couldn't understand why.

I hadn't listened to the radio for mere enjoyment in...well, since I could remember. My radio was rarely on, I often chose to listen to Bach or Beethoven. Sure, I had been to numerous piano performances and I had seen the Chicago orchestra play at least ten times in the last year but other than that, I didn't really have much knowledge in the way of popular music.

I simply shrugged.

Shaking his head, that incredulous look was still on his face as he kissed me and took my hand. "I need a drink," he said loudly, making sure I could hear him over the roaring crowd. Once again, he ordered water and I got the same, knowing that anymore alcohol would be too much and I didn't want to pass out the minute we reached the car. As we rested, Jasper sat on a barstool and pulled me to stand between his legs, leaning forward to kiss my neck.

"Smell so damn good," he murmured as he continued to lick and nibble his way around my throat. Tilting my head to the side to give him greater access, my eyes landed on two men sitting on one of the couches across from the bar. One was straddling the other, rocking his hips quickly as they kissed each other hard. Biting my lip, I felt my cock twitch as I watched their display and enjoyed the way Jasper was biting at the sharp edge of my jaw. Raising his head, he followed my gaze and realized what I was looking at. Laughing, he looked back at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Ready to go?" he asked with a smirk.

All I could do was nod.

I needed him naked. Immediately.

As Aro drove us back to the hotel, the entire ride was spent with our cocks brushing together as I straddled his lap and kissed him hard. I didn't even care that window was down and Aro could easily hear my wanton moans or see the urgent way I wanted Jasper. The elevator ride up to my room was basically the same, only difference being that we were standing. As soon as we busted through the door of my room, I pushed him back against the door, reconnecting our lips and reaching for the hem of his shirt.

He stopped though, slowing our kisses for a moment before whispering against my lips, "I'll be right back." He kissed me one last time before walking towards the bathroom. After kicking off my loafers, I walked out onto the balcony, shivering when the cool breeze whipped across me. The smile never left my face as I looked out over the city, the place that had become where I was most comfortable, the most happy. Dread crept over me as I thought about having to return to Chicago, having to lock myself away again, be something that I wasn't.

And be away from Jasper.

How was I supposed to make it in between visits? Not seeing his face or feeling his arms around me. I was scared. All these new feelings arising inside of me, taking over my every thought were so overwhelming, but in a good way. After the wonderful day with Jasper, I didn't want to go back to my other life.

Honestly, I didn't want to leave.

Strong arms wrapping away my waist pushed away the negative feelings, warmth spreading over me as his firm body enveloped mine.

"What are you thinking about?" he whispered, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"You," I replied simply. Keeping his arms tight around me, he swayed us back and forth. "The stars are beautiful," I sighed, letting him support my weight and looking up at the blanket of black decorated by dots of light.

Suddenly, one shot across the sky, and instantly it was gone. "Make a wish," he told me. Biting my lip, I closed my eyes and wished.

For the night to never end.

"Did you wish for something good?" he asked as he turned me in his arms.

"Lots and lots of sex," I smiled.

"Mmm, I like your thinking." Grinning, he kissed me, soft and sweet and leisurely, sweeping his lips across mine in barely there touches. Tilting my head, I deepened the kiss, wrapping my arms tight around his neck and running my fingers through his hair. As his taste flooded my mouth, his scent filled my lungs, completing me in a way I never knew existed. His arms stayed around my waist, gripping hard and pushing his hardening cock into mine.

"I want you," he rasped, heated breath washing over my lips as he walked me backward until I rested against the balcony ledge. Moving his mouth down my neck, he proceeded to unbutton my shirt, his lips pressing softly to each newly exposed area. My hands were in his hair, pushing it away from his face so I could see him as he lavished attention to my chest and abdomen. "Turn around," he commanded when he was finished with my shirt and I happily obeyed.

Wet, sucking kisses were placed to the back of my neck as he pushed the shirt from shoulders, the same breeze that had been too chilly a few minutes before was now welcomed to my over heated skin. The fire of his lips made a trail over my back, from each shoulder to in between my shoulder blades, down the knots of my spine to the sensitive skin right above the waist of my slacks. Resting my palms against the marble ledge, I arched my back and dropped my head forward, already panting as my cock ached from the attention I was receiving. I felt his arms come back around my waist, fumbling with the buckle of my belt and then the button and zipper on my pants. He wasted no time, immediately pushing them off my hips until they pooled around my ankles. Gripping the back of my thigh in his hand, he lifted one leg and then the other, kicking my pants to the side along with my discarded shirt.

"Fuck," he exclaimed, pushing his jean covered cock against my bare ass, "so fucking beautiful."

It was an odd feeling, the vulnerability of being completely stripped and exposed while he was still fully dressed. I liked it, I liked feeling like I was at his mercy, in every way. His lips were on the back of my neck again; his panting breaths sounded so perfect in my ears as his hips thrust harder into me. Pushing back, I circled my ass on his cock teasingly, enjoying the way his forehead dropped to my shoulder and his fingers tightened on my hips.

"I have to fuck you, Edward."

It was desperate, it was needy, it was everything I wanted it to be and more.

Whimpering, I begged, "Yes, please. Right here."

"Don't move," he ordered, his fingertips gliding down my back before I heard his retreating footsteps. Breathing heavily, I tried to regain a little composure, certain that I would come so quickly that it would be over before it even had really begun. Jasper didn't give me much time to do that, however, because almost as quick as he had left, he was back, his bare chest pressing into my back as his hand reached around to grab my cock.

"I'm going to make you scream for me," he promised in a low voice, stroking my cock gently. "All those people down there and in those buildings over there," he motioned with his head. "I want them to hear you come. We're not in the soundproof room," he referenced earlier. "The people on the balcony below or on the sides of us, they can't see us, but they can hear the moans. Remember watching those boys tonight? Imagine there is someone watching us now, getting off on our naked bodies, of us kissing and moving together. Panting and moaning as they come while watching me fuck you."

My heart raced with the suggestion -so vulgar and sexy at the same time.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't stand anymore and then I'm going to carry you to bed and do it all over again."

"Fuck...yes." I braced my hands on the ledge for support as I arched my back and jut my ass out in an invitation I knew he couldn't resist. His hand left my cock and I heard the familiar clicking sound of the lube being opened then his slick fingers circling my entrance. Slipping one inside, he teased me, giving me only an inch before pulling back and doing it again, going a little deeper each time. When he hit my prostate, a bolt of pleasure shot down my spine and instantly pushed back, silently begging for more. Eventually, he moved to two fingers and then three, fucking me slowly and stretching me, preparing me for what was to come.

"Fuck, you look so hot right now. Spread open and begging for me," he exclaimed, slapping my ass lightly with his free hand. "God, you make me so fucking hard."

I felt like I was literally going to hyperventilate, my chest rising and falling so fucking rapidly, I actually felt dizzy. "Jesus, Jasper...please," I begged, pushing my ass into his hand to get his fingers deeper. I heard his breathy chuckle before his touch disappeared and I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, I felt the blunt head of his cock pushing against my entrance and I arched my back further, groaning at the delicious burn as he slid into me. Once he was fully inside, he ran one hand up my back to my neck and placed the other on my hip, gripping tightly as he pulled out a fraction and rocked forward again.

Grasping a handful of my hair, he forced my head back and growled into my ear, "So fucking good, baby. Gets better and better every time."

"So good, so, so good. God, Jasper. Faster, please," I pleaded, too worked up to take it slow and easy. Pulling back, he stilled with just the head of his cock inside me, my inner walls clenching around him in anticipation. Slowly, he filled me again, the pleasurable ache from the stretch making me shiver and pant harshly. Picking up speed, he set a steady rhythm, sliding his hand up from my hip to tease and tug my hardened nipples. His other hand cupped the back of my neck, using it for leverage to pull my body backwards to meet his every thrust. The slapping of flesh rang through the air every time our hips met, drowning out the sounds of the passer-bys down on the street and the whistling howl of the wind. Earlier I had been a voyeur by watching the couples at the club, now I was an exhibitionist, naked and being fucked on a balcony.

The day continued to be a day of firsts.

"Feel so fucking good," he mumbled, his lips on my neck, my skin between his teeth. "I love fucking you, baby, so, so much. I want to make you come so hard, shoot your load all over this nice marble."

His words were quickly pushing me to orgasm, overloading all of my senses with everything that was Jasper.

"Harder," I growled, clawing in vain at the marble of the ledge as I got closer to release. Rubbing my cock against the cold stone was abrasive and rude, but it felt fucking delicious and erotic. It was wanton and wild, passionate and intense. I was letting myself go, accepting physical pleasure openly, literally for all to see, and it was the most amazing feeling in the world. One I could easily become addicted to.

"Fucking hell, Edward." Moving his hand from my neck, he reached around and grasped my cock tightly, no longer bothering with the steady pace, he began pounding me relentlessly as he stroked me and twisted my nipples.

"I'm going to come soon," I warned, hoping that he was close too because I wasn't sure I could hold out for much longer.

It was too much; the fantastic day, thoughts of him blowing me in the car, his admittance of feeling something toward me as I did for him, taking me to a place where it was okay for me to be myself, stroking my cock in public...

All of it. Everything. Him.

I couldn't take it anymore.

"Jasper, don't stop. I'm coming."

My roar of completion echoed through the night sky as spurt after spurt left my body, landing somewhere on the marble ledge, waves of pleasure wracked me so intensely I was sure my knees would buckle. His euphoric cry was drowned out by own but the way his cock twitched hard inside of me only prolonged my orgasm, draining me completely.

Collapsing against my back, he wrapped his arms tight around my torso and kissed my shoulder and neck repeatedly, murmuring, "Thank you...so good...amazing...never knew..."

He made no sense.

I knew exactly what he meant.

When his softening cock slipped from me, I shakily turned around and crushed him to me, kissing him hard even as I swayed with exhaustion. Letting his body support me, I leaned into him, my fingers fisting his hair as my mouth fused to his.

Don't let it end, don't let it end…

"Come on, baby, let's get you to bed," he whispered affectionately.

I don't remember walking to the bedroom, or getting cleaned up, but I do remember the way he arms felt as they cradled me to his chest, the way his husky voice whispered 'G' night' in my ear, and the sweet, lingering kiss that was placed on my lips before sleep quickly claimed me.

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