A/N: Ok so epic fail on updating on time. Between kids, holidays and a very old dying cat this week has been a bitch. But here it is finally. I am not sure but there will be probably only one or two updates before the holiday then back on track after. Hope you all aren't drowning in holiday madness. This is slash, boy boy lovin don't like don't read. and as always I own only the ideas not the people.
Jas pov
I was having a blast at the game. I had never had been big on basketball, but this game was like nothing I had ever seen before. The speed and agility, the coordination it took to perfect the moves - it all blew me away. At halftime, they are in the lead and it looks like they will hold on to it too, if they keep up the awesome plays. I felt right at home with Emmett's family. Halftime was called and Emmett went to get food for his inner beast. It was the perfect time to be drilled by his mama and sister.
"So, you two look pretty freakin' happy today, Jasper." Katie gave me an eyebrow wiggle. "I take it your date last night went well?"
I feel the grin splitting my face. "Um, yeah, you could say that. We went to dinner and then sand sculpting."
Katie squealed and Seth rolled his eyes. Siobhan gave my hand a squeeze. "Oh, Jasper dear, that sounds perfect for you two. So, do you have plans for this evening?"
"Well, we are going to the flea market after the game and then eat at that little diner by the pier. Then I have no idea. I guess we play it by ear." Mmm . . . remembering the last time I said that phrase. Must stop that train of thought before it gets embarrassing.
Katie smacked Seth's arm. "Why don't we ever do romantic things like that?" Poor Seth gave me a pleading look. I laugh at him and hold up my hands.
"Hey, man, don't look at me. I didn't plan out the date last night." I think Seth is gonna get a lot of grief from Katie as long as Emmett and I are around. I kind of find it amusing. Maybe he could stand to learn a thing or two from us. "I did plan out today though." I wink at Katie.
"Thanks man, that helps a lot. Romantic sand building dates, flea market shopping, cute little dinners. There is no way I will be able to live up to your guys' romantic crap." Katie was doing a little fake pout. I have a feeling she will get her own way in the end, even if she needs to beat romance into the poor guy. Siobhan and I are both laughing behind our fists. Seth will learn. He might not be as perfect as my guy, but he is a good guy and he will figure it out.
I let my gaze wander across the gym to where Emmett was loading up on grease and sugar. He is talking with a good-looking red-headed man about his same size. The tense set to Emmett's jaw and spine have me know that he is not happy about the conversation. I try not to stare too long. I don't want to attract Siobhan or Katie's attention to Emmett looking less then pleased.
I turn to ask Siobhan about something to take my mind off of seeing Emmett upset and see she already noticed him and the redhead. The look of worry on her face has me even more worried. But when he comes back smiling and promises to tell me everything, I let it go. We will not let this rain on our day.
The game finished with Tyler's team wiping the floor with the other team. We stuck around to wait on him to shower and change. We made small talk about the rest of the weekend - Katie and Seth were going to the movies then out with friends, Siobhan was meeting up with a friend but wouldn't give any more details, and Tyler apparently had a date with Leah, a girl from school. We were lectured not to tease him. Emmett made no promise to do so. The locker room doors started opening and freshly cleaned players started emerging. I felt Emmett tense and heard Siobhan gasp.
"What the fuck?" Emm growled and his hand tightened around mine. Following his death glare, my eyes land on the same redhead from earlier bending down to peck the lips of Tyler's coach.
Looking at his mom, Emmett just closed his eyes and shook his head like he was putting the bear back in the cage for now. They both put the smiles back on when Tyler came rolling over.
"Great game, man!" Emmett gave him a slap on the back.
"You were wonderful out there, dear," his mom said as she kissed his cheek.
After seeing them off, Emmett and I made our way to his bike. He backs me into it and grabs my ass. Licking his way up my neck, he gives a soft bite just below my ear. "I should say fuck the rest of our plans and just take you home and have my way with you."
Mimicking his hold, I turn my head to capture his lips. I keep it hot but brief, before I am tempted to give in to the idea. "As much as I would love that, I really am looking forward to wandering around all afternoon and evening, showing off my hot as hell boyfriend."
The flea market was bursting with activity. It was a nice fall day and everyone in the city seemed to be there. We strolled hand in hand just wandering, stopping at a booth here and there. Emmett found a messenger's cap he liked. I found a belt. We picked bits and pieces here and there, but mainly just enjoyed the day.
We made it to the diner just after peak dinner time, so other than us, there were only a handful of people. Sitting in a back booth, our feet naturally twisted together under the table when we needed to let each other's hands go to look at the menus. I gave a small smile to myself - always in contact even when we weren't aware of it.
Emmett ordered his usual trough full of food and I opted for the hot beef combo. There wasn't a lot of conversation while we waited. We were more content to twist and turn our fingers in each others' and look at each other. It was such a comfortable silence that I startled a bit when the waitress returned with out food.
"You two are killin' us girls here. Every single female and our cook Ryan are wetting their panties over how sweet you two are on each other."
I duck my head and blush, but Emmett puffs his chest and beams at her. "What can I say, ma'am? I am just grateful the most beautiful man in the world is in love with me."
I heard her gasp, I look up and she is fanning herself with her hand. Looking around, I see a few other waitresses looking gooey-eyed and the cook in the window muttering to himself as he turns away. I have to laugh, because though he might not be a man of many words, my Bunny sure knows how to make an impact.
Em pov
I love to make him blush. It is in my top 10 favorite things to do to him. Not in the top 5, but it is in there. Showing off that he is mine is in there too. I could feel the waitresses watching us as we ate but they weren't intrusive so I just ignored them. The food was terrific and we ate in comfortable silence. Well, not completely comfortable, because the sounds Jasper was making as he dug into his food were sounding a lot like the ones he makes when we make out. It is having an effect on me in a pants-tightening kind of way.
The twinkle in his eyes have me thinking he knows what it is doing. "Is there a problem, Emmett?"
"You know what you are doing to me. Don't even try to deny it." He didn't respond, just smiled around another fork full of beef, potatoes and gravy.
I concentrated on my food to make it through dinner without a raging hard-on. I was mildly successful. We were both too stuffed to even think about dessert now, but decided on a couple of pieces of strawberry rhubarb pie to go. It was a feat getting them into the saddle bags without crushing them or the flea market buys, but when it comes to food, I can work it out.
"Your place or mine?" I flash a dimple and give a wink over my shoulder at him. I've always wanted to say that.
"Well, I have no dog to go home to until tomorrow night," he says while placing his hands on my side before sliding them forward. There is the feeling I love - when he wraps his arms around me completely. Then he whispers in my ear. His breath is hot as his drawl comes out even thicker "and I have no lube and no condoms at my place darlin', so . . ." Not even letting him finish, I speed off to my place with Jasper laughing into my back.
Forty minutes later, we are kicking it on the couch with his legs draped over mine and we are devouring our pie. The day was perfect for the most part, but I knew that things were about to get heavy as Jazz got the thinking look on his face. He slowed down his eating and finally just put his plate on the table.
"Can we talk about it now?" He wasn't pressuring and his hand - rubbing my shoulder and up to the back of my neck - told me that he would be OK if I said no, but it is probably for the best to get it out now. I nod to him and set my own plate down. Fuck! Where to start?
"The guy at the game, was Garrett, my ex. The only other guy I had a real relationship with, and a guy I wish I never had a relationship with."
I looked up at Jasper and he was just waiting patiently on me to tell him. He would let me get it all out without asking questions, I know. A deep breath and I dive in.
"I met Garrett in college. He was hot and built - and into me so it seemed. He and I had a few classes together and I lifted with him a few days a week. He started hitting on me probably 3 weeks after we met. I was shocked that he was gay. I figured that he was in the closet, but he never made any pretense to hide - even in public - how he was hitting on me." When I think back now, I can't believed how snowed I was.
"Probably the third or fourth time he asked me out, I said yes. I was figuring on a hidden away place or an out-of-the-way restaurant-type thing, but NO! He took me out to dinner at a nice place, flirted with me, charmed me. I was shocked. He was really out. We started dating more and more, and then we were just a couple. He never really asked me to be, you know, a couple but . . ." Yup, I walked right into the role of bitch. "We were just us - a couple."
"None of his buddies seemed to care and never treated him different, so I took strength from him to come out too. I mean I never hid it from family or anything, but at college I wasn't going to rock the boat. I had fooled around with guys here and there, but never made an announcement or anything. So anyway, Garrett was great in the beginning, I think."
That got a questioning look, but Jasper didn't say a word.
"I say I think because in the end, I can't be sure how much I was too blinded by him to see. He is a charmer and a manipulator. He said all the right things and made all the right moves. I never questioned it when he 'suggested' I dress this way or not like this or that. I trusted him and opened up about my family, not just my mom and the foster kids, but my grandfather and all that shit. He held me when I told him and said he would take all the hurt away if he could. I was a sucker and fell into bed with him. It was nice at first. He took his time and I thought it was good - that this is how a relationship worked, well, a gay one at least." I laugh humorlessly and rub Jasper's cheek. "If I had only known then . . ."
"Well, you know now." Jasper turns putting his hand over mine and kisses my palm.
"So we were dating probably four months or so before things started going downhill. At the time I didn't realize it, but looking back, it was at about four months. He would make snide comments about me being selfish when I would make plans without him. He would be too rough in bed - not caring about if I enjoyed it. Then he would guilt-trip me about it, accusing me of not being attracted enough to him to get off, or accuse me of cheating on him. I would, of course, beg him to not think that way and do everything I could to convince him otherwise." Fucking bastard was playing me, I hate to admit I was that weak to Jasper, but I want him to know everything. "Then he started calling all times of day and night, wanting to know who I was with and where I was. He would pout and whine that I was never there for him, that I cared more about my friends and my family, especially my family, than him. Honestly, I don't know how I didn't see it. His temper got worse as the weeks went on. He would yell and I would calm him down. He would say cruel shit and I would take it. He would apologize and I would forgive him. Classic cycle."
Jasper scooted closer so he was sitting in my lap with his arms wrapped around me, grounding me. "Did he ever . . .?" He swallows hard. I see the worry and sadness in his eyes and I know what he is asking.
"Hit me?" He nods and his eyes are getting red with unshed tears.
"I sound like such a pussy to say it. I mean look at my size and all but, yeah, he hit me. The first time was disguised as sex play, but it was clear he was mad when we started having sex. He was mad about me having to work a few extra hours instead of coming to his practice. He yelled. I apologized, but I could sense that even though we kissed he and said it was OK, I knew it wasn't. So the 'love tap' was a full-force slap across my ass instead that left a bruise for a week. I let it go, especially when he kissed the spot or rubbed it gently, telling me he was sorry that he got so turned on and carried away when we were making love.
The second and third and THE last time he hit me was when I told him I couldn't meet him for dinner, because it was Tyler's birthday. He was not happy at all when he couldn't talk me out of going, but the last thing I said to him on the phone really must have pissed him off."
"What did you say to him?" Jasper was holding on to me tight at this point. It helped me to know he was still here with me.
"I told him that my family came first." I remember his heavy breathing over the phone. I could hear him grinding his teeth. "He called and left voicemails all day. He texted nonstop. With every hour that passed, I knew his anger was climbing. Finally, when he started with the threats of coming over to my mom's, I was decided it was time to leave. My family couldn't see him so angry. They wouldn't understand,. So I said my good-bye's and went home. He was waiting there, of course, sitting on the front steps. He waited for me to open the door and pushed past me. The second the door was closed, he was screaming at me." Thank god, I never gave him a key.
Jasper put two fingers to my lips, "Emmett, you don't have to go on if . . ."
I shook my head, kissed his fingers and pulled them down to my chest just over my heart and kept his hand there. "Babe, I've come this far. I want to finish."
He leaned forward and kissed me softly. I took in his sweet breath and briefly touched our foreheads before pulling away and I continued.
"He pulled on every weakness he had found - telling me I was as pathetic as my mother, for putting up with it all. I couldn't do anything right. I couldn't even keep my boyfriend happy because I was weak when it came to my family. It went on and on, and I stood there with my head down and took it. He screamed at me to look at him, but I couldn't. The longer I looked at my shoes, the louder he got. When I finally did look up, he slapped me - back of the hand, full across the side of my face. Tears started to fill my eyes, but I didn't want him to see them, so I looked back down." I heard Jasper gasp, but couldn't look up. I knew I would see the hurt on his face and would not be able to go on. "He yelled again to look at him, so I looked up at him and the regret I usually saw when he was cruel wasn't there. His face was twisted into something I only saw before on my grandfather. It was a look of madness, like he was getting off on pushing me to break. He screamed at me that he always came first. When I didn't say yes or nod in compliance, he back-handed me so hard I went down."
The memories were crystal-clear for me and hard to get out, but I needed to. "I fell face down and he was on top of me in a heartbeat, pinning me to the floor. He yanked my head back by my hair and screamed at me again that he was most important. He was hard. He was breathing fast. I knew he was getting off on it. He was on a power trip and it was sexual and dominant for him at the same time. I hated myself for the hot tears in my eyes and thinking that I deserved any of this. But then he pushed me too far. He said something that brought me back to reality and gave me the strength to stand up for myself. He said that Tyler was a sad pathetic little freak in a wheelchair that someone should put out of his misery, so there was no reason I needed to waste my time on him."
I felt Jasper grab a fistful of my shirt as his anger was rising. "Fucking piece of shit." That's my boy! I can tell he is as pissed as I was. I know he is understanding my reaction to seeing him with Tyler's coach earlier.
"I know and that is when I found all my strength to buck him off of me and deck him. I was done being weak and I wasn't letting this go any further. I threw him out of my house and told him to never ever contact me again. He told me I would be begging him to take me back. I laughed at him and told him never. Thankfully, I didn't see him again. Today was the first time in more than 5 years that I have seen him. Then when I saw him with Ty's coach . . ."
Jasper is barely holding on. He looks close to losing it and I am on shaky ground myself. The tears are now rolling down his face and I can't stand it. I crush him to my chest and bury my face in his neck.
Jas pov
I wanted to be strong. I wanted to hear what Emmett was saying and keep my own feelings in check, but there was no way I could. I know how strongly he feels about abuse and to hear how he became a victim broke my heart. I in no way blamed him. I could see how it happened without him realizing it, but it still hurt. To know that someone could take this beautiful caring man and make him feel worthless or not good or devoted enough is unbelievable. I want to kill the bastard for ever even laying eyes on Emmett, let alone a hand. I can't stop the tears. I can't stop the shaking. All I can do is hold on as we both cry.
I have no idea how long we sat there. Time stood still. As the tears dried and our breathing evened out, I pulled back and gently kissed Emmett, pouring all the love I had into it. He moved his hands up and down my back with the softest of touches. He was searching over me gently trying to show how good he is or making sure I am real and still here. I had no idea. But when he brought his hand around to my chest, I took it and unfolded from his lap. Pulling him up off the couch, I lead him to the stairs and up into his bedroom.
Neither of us said a word as I undressed him and lay him back onto the bed. I quickly undressed and covered his body with my own, pulling the covers up over us. Nothing was heated or urgent, it was slow touches and sweet kisses. It was making love. For the first time for me, I was truly making love.
Our mouths didn't separate as our hands roamed and his legs parted. As I settled between them, our erections rubbed across each other. There were soft groans and our breathing was picking up.
Our mouths part as we catch our breath. I kiss all over his face and down his neck, then back up and gently nip his ear before I make my way back to his mouth. He is making small thrusts up into me and I meet him with my own. My elbows are resting on each side of his head with my hands running through his soft hair and I pull back to look at him. I see reflected there what is in my heart.
"Please," he whispers, "I need you, all of you."
I nod and lean over to grab supplies. For some reason, I am really nervous. We have done this - both ways - but this time seems monumental. I want it to be the perfect after how he opened up to me. The fact that with me it was his choice to take this position had me shaking. This wasn't something he thought he needed to do to please me. This is him showing and giving all of himself to me. The first time was lust. This time it is everything.
I lean down and capture his mouth, battling our tongues as I run my hand down his back across his hip, down to the back of his thigh, all the way down to his knee. I pull his leg up and over my hip. Pulling my hips back slightly, I slick my fingers and palm. I grab his desperately hard cock, softly stroking it before moving down past his swollen sack. He moans and thrusts lightly up into my hand. I press two fingers to him and he bucks back. I use my middle finger to push in as my ring finger circles around. I push in further, slipping past his tight ring and wait for him to adjust. Within moments, he rips his lips from me and arches his neck.
"Fuck! Oh god, Baby." He is breathing hard as I slip my next finger in. It only takes moments before he is ready and moaning for me. I quickly don the condom and I am hovering above him waiting there, waiting for him to open his eyes and look at me. When he does, he is smiling softly.
"Are you sure?" I want to make sure that he is in the right place doing this - not doing it because he is trying to hide old memories.
"Positive. This is the only place I want to be right now. This is the only way I want it right now. With you above me, showing me how much you love me. I want this, want you."
I hold back the tears that are daring to spill and I slowly push forward while looking him straight in the eyes. His face is heartbreakingly beautiful as I slowly fill him. His hands on my hips squeeze, and I can see the pulse in his neck start to race. The emotions have me running high. I am on the verge of cumming just from the emotions and magnitude of this night alone. I take a few deep breaths and start to move. Slow and even, my pace matches our breathing. He is warm and tight and the sounds he makes are more than I could have ever even dreamed. His hand moves from my hip up my back to my shoulder. He pushes against my back, bringing me down to him until our lips meet. I am thrusting at a faster pace, and he is trapped between our bodies leaking and throbbing. The moisture from his leaking cock is causing a sweet slick friction. I can feel every ridge and vein in his magnificent cock. I trace my tongue across his lips before I thrust it deep in his mouth and pick up the pace of my hips. I reach down and angle his leg higher on my back and he pulls his other leg up. The moaning into my mouth and bucking of his hips tell me I am hitting just where he needs. I pick up the pace even more, giving firm full thrusts. I angle the next few strokes so I hit his sweet spot right on. He yells into my kiss, then he bites down on my lower lip. I feel the hot warmth between our stomachs and the warm tears between our cheeks. The emotions and the clenching of him around me had me following not a heartbeat later.
Kissing his lips then kissing the tears from his cheeks, I pull out and toss the condom to the same place he had last weekend, not caring where it landed this time. I roll us to our sides and hold him close, facing me.
"Thank you," he says to me and I am blown away. I have no idea why he is thanking me when it should be me kissing the ground he walks on.
"Emmett, Bunny, that was . . . there are no words." He kisses me so softly I think I am drowning in feathers.
Em pov
There is nothing I can say to express what just happened. I have never given myself over like this. I should be so scared at the emotions, but I'm not. I told myself I would never let myself be this open again after Garrett, that I would never fall under someone's spell so much that I would let it all be out there. But with Jasper, there wasn't a question of letting myself. There was no will or won't - it just was. There was no way to bottle up and hide anything. I let it just happen and it was everything.
"Babe . . ." I wasn't sure what else to say. There was so much I wasn't sure where to start.
Showing me even more how right my decision was, he kissed my forehead and then settled deep into my chest and we drifted off. There was no need for any other words - just this, us and the now.
I woke with the sound of rain pouring down and soft warm breaths on my chest. I smiled at the feeling of the weight of Jasper's head on my chest, arm around my waist and his leg draped over my groin. Only problem was the weight of his leg left me feeling other human needs.
Carefully I extracted myself from under him and quietly laughed at the pout on his lips and the wrinkle between his brows as he was left in the bed. Sleepy Jasper might just be one of my favorites.
Taking care of business, I splash water on my face and go back to the bedroom. Glancing at the clock, I realize we have been asleep for almost ten hours. I never sleep that long. I guess the emotional shit and the sex - wait, no, love-making, (man that sounds girly as shit, but kind of right) - had knocked me out. Rolling my neck, I think about crawling back in next to my baby, but his face has relaxed and he is sleeping soundly wrapped around my pillow. So I decide traditions can only start if someone starts them. I quickly throw on some sweats and a T-shirt and quietly leave the bedroom. Grabbing my keys, I rush to the truck and pray I make it back before he wakes up.
I left the motor running as I ran into the bakery. As the I passed through the door and the bell chimed, the same woman from last weekend was behind the counter. She looked up and smiled at me.
"Your usual?" she smiles at me.
"Yup, a couple dozen. With this rain, I don't see us wanting to go anywhere today." I raise one brow at her.
She blushes a bit as she puts the pastries in the box. But as she puts in the last lemon cream, she winks and responds just as flirtatiously, "Perfect day to spend all day in bed with the perfect man if you ask me."
I hand over a twenty and wink at her as I head out the door. "I couldn't agree more!"
The house was still quiet when I got back. Hopefully Jasper won't even know I had been gone. Toeing off my shoes, I sprint up the stairs. I frown at the empty bed - damn it. I hear the toilet flush and water running. I quickly set breakfast down, strip to my boxers and crawl under the blankets.
When the door opens, I am sorry I left my boxers on. Jasper crosses the room wearing nothing but a smile.
Peeking into the box, he grabs a danish and climbs onto the bed. "I wondered where you were. I didn't like waking up alone." He is so fucking cute when he pouts.
I can't resist licking the sugar from his lips. "I'm sorry, Babe. I just thought we might need refueling. You may need a bit of extra energy today."
Sliding closer to me, he lays across my chest and gives me a bite. "Oh yeah? Energy huh? It is pouring rain and it doesn't look like it will let up anytime soon. So what will I need all of this energy for?"
Finishing off the sugary baked good, I lick his fingers clean and roll us over, pinning him under me. Holding his arms above his head, I get impossibly close to his lips. "We need our energy to spend the day in bed, of course." I close the distance and devour his mouth.
"Mmm, the donuts have nothing on the taste of you." Jazz smiles at me and my corniness and pulls me back down.
We lose track of time, but somewhere around midafternoon, I call uncle. Whipping the blankets off my head, I take deep gasps of air.
"Time out. Please . . . need . . . to . . . hydrate. . . . Need . . . food." Jazz shoots up from under the blankets where he just gave me the blow job of my life.
"OK, I will give in this time." He is stretching, smiling and rolling his neck. "I guess after - man, I lost track - but after that many orgasms, I think we need a break." Smacking my ass, he hops out of bed. I have no idea how he can have so much energy after today's activities. "Gonna shower. Find me something to wear and I will order food while you shower."
I pout, maybe I don't want to shower alone.
"Don't pout, Emmett. You know where we will end up if we shower together again."
I smile so big it feels like my cheeks are going to burst, but he is right. "OK, separate showers. I'll find you clothes, but I don't have to like it."
He laughs at me as he closes the door and I stumble out of bed over to my closet. I grab out sleep pants for myself and a black wifebeater and a pair of sweats and my favorite Packers shirt for him. I know he is hiding he is a fan. I saw him checking the scores when he thought I wasn't looking. Another plus in the compatability department.
I hear the water shut off and a few minutes later, the door opens. I am instantly hard again (fuck if I know how that is even possible) at the sight of him in nothing but a towel with his getting-too-long curls wet against his neck and forehead.
"Down, boy," he laughs. He takes the clothes from my hands and pushes me into the bathroom.
As I turn the water on, I hear him bark out a laugh and yell to me through the closed door.
"Emmett McCarty, I fucking love you!" I smile. He likes the shirt.
E/N: Hope you all enjoyed it! Reviews make the bestest holiday gift!