DISCLAIMER: It's not our people.
A/N: Hope everyone had a good week… and weekend. Hopefully this helps kick start this week for ya!
JPOV
I needed Edward and I needed him like yesterday.
After the quick garbled conversation with who I assumed was his brother, we made plans to go out tomorrow night and as much as I wanted to, was desperate to in fact, I was fucking nervous as hell.
All this time there had been a maggot, I mean Maggie, standing in the way of pretty much everything we did, but tomorrow night there would be nothing.
Just us two.
And that scared me because maybe he liked me because of the chase. What if, once he got me, he would tire of me?
No, it's more than that, Jasper. I scolded myself as I walked down the empty street.
I knew that it was more than that for me, I didn't know how Edward had felt because all of the times we had been together, we had other things on our mind than pouring our hearts out.
Hearts.
Maybe I could convince him of how I felt and that would make him talk to me, open up, tell me how he felt.
With a slight plan hatching in my brain, I walked with a purpose to the store that I needed. I just prayed to God that they were open.
I wanted to do this before I saw him next.
I needed him to see how he made me feel, and I just hoped to hell he felt the same way. Otherwise, I was about to do something really stupid.
"Holy mother of all that's holy!" I cried out painfully as it touched my skin.
"I haven't even started yet, handsome," the lady giggled lightly as her gloved hands caressed my skin.
"A little warning would have been nice," I gritted out as she started again.
"Well, how about you do something to take your mind off of things, find a song you like, or think about game stats," she smiled, "or think about sex, that's always a good one, have a fantasy while I get busy." She winked at me.
"I'm gay," I blurted out so that she would get the hint, just in case she was trying her luck.
"Damn, it's always the pretty ones," she giggled as I let out a deep breath before taking another deep one in.
A perfect song came to mind as I began singing it lowly through gritted teeth.
You Wanna Feel
I'll Let You Feel
Come Here
Can't Help What Love
Could Do To You
"New Kids on the Block, that's a new one for in here, normally it's some type of grunge mix," she mused with a smirk as she carried on her work.
"Mhmm," I gritted out again.
You With Cuts, Scars, Bruises Hurt
So What You Like, You Like All The
Screws, Tattooes, Cool
That I Can Do, You're Telling
You're Telling Me Your
"Why do people get this done?" I asked painfully. I was happy that it was starting to go numb by this point through the tiny vibrations, but it still fucking hurt like a bitch.
A Little Bit (little Bit)
Twisted (oohhh)
Can't Feel Your Heart
You Want Me To Twist It (for Ya)
A Little Bit (little Bit)
Twisted (tell Me Where It Hurts)
Where Does It Hurt
Tell Me Where To Kiss It (kiss It)
Kiss It (kiss It)
Kiss It (kiss It)
Where Does It Hurt
Tell Me Where To Kiss It
"Art, addiction, you name it and that's your answer. You have cute abs by the way," she smiled again.
How Do You Feel
I Got You Ill
From All The Love
I'll Try Not To Kill Ya
Ya Close Enough But,
You With Cuts, Scars, Bruises Hurt
So What You Like, You Like All The
Screws, Tattooes, Cool
That I Can Do, You're Telling
You're Telling Me Your
A Little Bit (little Bit)
Twisted (oohhh)
Can't Feel Your Heart
You Want Me To Twist It (for Ya)
A Little Bit (little Bit)
Twisted (tell Me Where It Hurts)
Where Does It Hurt
Tell Me Where To Kiss It (kiss It)
Kiss It (kiss It)
Kiss It (kiss It)
Where Does It Hurt
Tell Me Where To Kiss It
"How ya feelin'? You've gone almost silent," her voice broke through my hums to the song as I thought about all of Edward's ink.
I've decided that he must have some sort of twisted addiction to having this done.
You Need A Little More
I'll Get You Where You Want
I'll Push You How You Want It
Just Tell Me Where To Pull
You Want It (Harder)
Need It (Harder)
Girl It's (Turnin)
How You (Like It)
Girl (Whatever)
You Been (Missin)
You (Need Me To)
Come And
Twist It For Ya
I'll Come And (Twist It For Ya)
I'll Even (clean It For Ya)
I'll Hurt Ya (if You Like It)
And Then I'll (kiss It For Ya...)
"Fuck getting pierced," I muttered as she finally finished after what felt like hours. I was sure there was going to be nothing but raw hamburger in the space she'd been working on rather than what I'd asked for.
"That's not too bad at all, piece of piss compared to ink," she laughed as she pulled off her gloves, "just stay there for a bit while I tidy up." She patted my shoulder as she stood up from her stool on wheels.
"I'm a wimp, I really am, I am so surprised that I didn't pass out," I tried to joke.
"I used to be too, until I got my clit pierced, after that, its plain sailing," she giggled.
"Damn, that must have hurt," I mused as I thought about it. That was one hell of an area to get it done, but saying that, it couldn't have been too bad if Edward could have countless ones done around his cock.
His cock.
God I wanted that piece of him in me. Hell, I'd settle for anything of him in me at the moment.
"I thought you said you were gay?" she giggled again as she looked blatantly at my ever growing cock.
"Boyfriend, I was thinking about my boyfriend," I rushed out, completely embarrassed that she had caught me.
"Oh, tell me about him," she pushed as she played around with the stuff on a tray by my side.
Before I knew it, I felt like I had poured out my whole life story from Maggie to Edward and our last couple of days without each other.
"I think I know him," she said as she tapped her finger on her chin. "Now that man has some ink and bars," she mused.
"That cock is mine if you're thinking about it," I joked as I clocked the dreamy look in her eyes.
"I can always dream, baby," she smiled.
"True," I replied as I sat up and felt a little lightheaded. "Nothing wrong with dreaming. Sometimes those dreams come true." At least, I hoped they did, after what I just went through.
"So… do you want anything else doing? Fancy being a rebel for a change?" she hedged and I looked around.
"I want to be brave and say yes, but I want sex with him and if I have anything done in my mouth or south of the border, I'll be in too much pain," I smiled, happy that I could get out of anything else that included a needle.
"Oh don't be silly, you could have your ear done, or your eyebrow, it will look as sexy as hell for Edward, trust me," she winked and I was torn. "Or even better," she eyed me plaintively; "you could let me do your nipples?"
I really was a wimp. I shied away from anything that had anything to do with pain, but then I wanted to see Edward's reaction to something. Would he like it? Would he be turned on?
"Can I have my eyebrow done?" I blurted out before I could back out of having it done.
"Cool, let me get it sorted out."
Half an hour later and I was walking down the street like an idiot. My chest hurt, my eye hurt and I still wasn't exactly over my hangover.
I just wanted to go home and go to sleep.
Bella, the ink girl, said that I needed to keep ice on my eye for as long as possible and to clean it with boiled water and salt, not something I was looking forward to, but I didn't have a choice. I didn't want much, if any, swelling to develop overnight and for it to look like hell when I finally met up with Edward tomorrow night.
Edward.
I really wanted that man to fuck my brains out, I really did.
I wanted his tongue on me, his hands, his cock, I wanted everything with him.
Forever.
It was time to get ready.
Time to take control of my life...in my own way...do what I wanted and not what anybody else wanted me to do.
I docked my iPod and cranked my "Party" playlist and began dancing in place as I stripped down.
I gotta feeling that tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good good night
Tonight's the night night
I spun and shimmied around my EMPTY pink-free bedroom, laying out my True Religion jeans, my 'sexy' speedo-like skivvies, my bottle of cherry flavored AnalEaze and the plug Edward had given me as a joke early on.
Sleek steel.
Topped with a pink jewel.
Tonight's the night
Let's live it up
I got my money
Lets spend it up
Go out and smash it
Like Oh My God
Jump off that sofa
Lets get get OFF
I hurried through my shower, ignoring my diamond hard erection. I toweled off, carefully patting the new ink and then applying a thin layer of Vaseline over the top. With my dick bouncing off my thigh, I walked to my bed and grabbed the supplies.
Laying back and pulling my knees up and wide, I popped the lube top and applied an ample amount to my fingers and the plug.
My memories flooded my mind of my night with Edward outside of my car, making my body willingly open to the plug as I slid it home.
I had to take a few minutes to breathe through not spraying my room in my salted cream.
As soon as I could move, I stood and tucked myself into the small skivvies, appreciating the way they hugged my nuts and shaped my dick. I gave a practice walk across the room to make sure the plug wasn't going to make me blow then pulled on the jeans, noticing that they hung a little looser than the last time I'd worn them.
I ducked into the bathroom, spritzed some Cool Water sparingly over me, including pulling out the waistband of my jeans to hit that sweet spot right at the base of my dick.
A quick dab of gel through my hair and I was set. I grabbed my phone and my keys and headed out the door, a swagger in my step and a song on my lips. It was going to be a good night.
Here we come
Here we go
We gotta rock
Easy come
Easy go
Now we on top
Feel the shot
Body rock
Rock it don't stop
Round and round
Up and down
Around the clock
*Fun times are coming!