Undeniable Attraction

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So, not quite as long as the last few chapters, but I hope you enjoy it!

DISCLAIMER: All characters are property of Stephen Meyer, I just own my imagination, that is quite vast.

Chapter 14

Don't Growl

EPOV

The last day, the last morning, the last hours, the last minutes… How fucking pathetic is this? But having Jasper in my arms after everything that happened last night, I really don't care if I'm pathetic; I just don't wanna go back.

But of course after a lazy, perfect vacation, Jasper is back to his usual self and wakes up early, knowing we have a flight to catch. He stirs in my arms, nuzzling into my chest and tickling my nipples, making me laugh. Too bad we decided to book such an early flight… we really don't have time for a repeat performance from last night.

"Mornin'," he mumbles with a shy smile on his beautiful, perfect face, looking at me through his thick, brown eyelashes. Is he even more gorgeous than yesterday, or am I just a hopeless corny idiot?

Either way, I lean into him to trap his lips with mine.

How will I bear an eight hour flight without touching or kissing him? Well, our time to face the world will start sooner than I thought. I was hoping we could defer it until Monday, when we would be returning to our jobs but, of course, that's not the case.

Without further complaining I get out of bed, holding out my hand for Jasper. I take him to the bathroom and start the water, smiling at him.

We stay there, looking at each other. I smile at him. OK… this is kind of awkward… neither of us seem to know exactly how to proceed. This is our first morning after being together last night, and something definitely changed in these last few hours… I can't exactly place it.

I reach out my hand to softly stroke his cheek, and he closes his eyes, leaning into my hand. I step closer, feeling his whole body humming with his electrifying current, and envelope him into my arms, cradling my face into his neck, one of my favorite spots (along with his mouth, his chest, the golden, soft curls of his pelvis, and inside him, of course…). I place soft kisses along his neck, climbing to his ear.

"I love you, Jazz," I softly whisper.

I feel him smiling into my own neck and feel his warm body shaking with his silent laughter.

"I love you too, Edward," he whispers back, before adding in a more amused tone "but tell me we won't transform into two corny idiots, please!" And I have to laugh at that, because I was afraid of the very same thing.

I mean, I love him, of course I do, and last night was definitely the best and most important night of my life, but I was really frightened that after that, all of our past relationship could be forgotten and replaced with corny words and endless loving moments. I WANT endless loving moments with him, forever, just in our very own way; like talking after dinner, or just lounging on the couch on a lazy weekend, or having a beer at some bar, we don't have to be sucking face 24/7… as tempting as that sounds, it will tire us out at some point, and knowing Jasper as I do, it will be rather sooner than later.

So with that out of the way, the sudden awkwardness between us dissipates with our loud laughter, and we're finally able to do our everyday things, like brushing our teeth and shaving before jumping into the shower. Of course we steal loving glances and soft kisses here and there, but we manage our everyday routine just as well in each other's company. We have to learn to do things on our own, now that we're going back to our everyday lives, and I have to learn to control my compulsive itching to touch him every moment he's somewhat near me… Well, now that he's in my arms under the shower spray, I decide that I'll work on that particular issue on Monday.

There's no need to rush unpleasant things!

***

The long flight was spent in our first class seats, talking in hushed voices about different themes; from the corny ones like how much we love each other, the embarrassing ones like our confessions of the times when we loved each other from afar, and the more serious ones, like how our lives are going to change now that our relationship has changed.

We had a quick lunch in Chicago, where our flights connected, and in no time at all we were arriving again in New York.

Home, sweet home.

As neither of us really wanted to rush the separation that would surely come on Monday, we took a Taxi directly to our apartment and ordered pizza.

We spent the rest of the weekend resting from our vacations in each other arms and enjoying our new found pleasurable activities. What a nice weekend, indeed.

***

Monday morning found me in my bed, with Jasper's chest pressed against my back and his arms surrounding me. I really didn't want to wake up.

We decided on Saturday night that neither of us was willing to sleep alone after everything that had happened between us, and we chose my bedroom, as it was the larger. We spent Sunday arranging the bedroom for the two of us, so Jasper wouldn't have to come and go to his bedroom for the everyday activities such as changing into his pajamas, shaving, and taking a shower. We were planning on having a real makeover on the apartment over the next few weekends, so we could live like a real couple… wow! I'm still getting used to that word.

So after a few minutes of internal whining about how unfair life is, that rushed Monday on us, I feel Jasper tightening his hold on me, and nuzzling his face on the back of my neck.

"I don't wanna go," he grumbles with his beautiful voice thick with sleep, making me smile.

I turn around in his arms, and I'm welcomed with the perfect sight of a sleepy Jasper curled in front of me, with the still soft light of dawn lighting the contours of his skin. So beautiful. I get closer to him, and softly kiss his closed eyelids, caressing his arm and chest with my hands.

"I know, love. I know," I whisper between kisses, pressing myself even closer to him. He opens his eyes and smiles at me, a beautiful, miraculous smile, and he presses those perfect pouty lips to mine. How much have I missed them! There are too many hours between last night and this morning.

We kiss softly for a few moments, until I feel him sneaking his arm around my waist to my lower back, pulling me closer to him. I moan at the feel of his naked body flush with mine. There's no sweat layer on our skins in this New York weather, but I'm sure that if we continue our current activities, there will surely be some in a few more minutes.

Our morning plans swirl into my head like an echo, dissipating into our smoldering kiss: morning run, shower, breakfast, part ways to our own jobs…

Morning run… His tongue sneaks into my mouth.

Morning run… His hot, wet tongue is caressing every corner of my mouth.

We're going to be late for our morning run… His hand sneaks between us, caressing my abdomen, too damn close to the head of my throbbing morning wood. He softly brushes his fingertips to the tip of my cock…

OK, fuck our morning run, I can think of more pleasant ways to burn some calories!

I growl into the kiss and push him back into the bed, making him break the kiss to laugh at me, that deep, musical laugh of his. But I shut him up quickly by pressing my erection into his own, transforming that laugh into a throaty, cock-twitching moan.

"Fuck, Edward, I thought you would never get the idea!" He pants while pushing his hips upwards into me and pulling me by my buttocks.

I suck his neck, panting and moaning at our rough dry humping, needing his body, wanting more of him, always more.

"Come on, baby," He huskily whispers. "Don't you wanna fuck me? Don't you wanna get that hard throbbing cock into my hot, sweet ass before going to work?"

I moan. Oh, my fucking God! Dirty talking Jasper is just too much to take, especially when I'm as needy as I am right now!

I reach for the bedside table and open the drawer to get out the lube. I coat my fingers before sliding two into that sweet ass of his. I suck into his nipple, making him squirm underneath me, and he laces his fingers through my hair, pulling at it and pressing my face closer to him at the same time. I moan at the feeling of his hard hot cock sliding wantonly against my chest with each of his thrusting movements, and not for the first time, I imagine how it would feel if it was his cock inside me. Am I able to give myself as completely as he has given himself to me?

He interrupts my muses with a rough pull of my hair, making me lift my face to look at him, to watch those blue eyes filled with lust and desire for me. I come back to his mouth, as always, famished of the soft flesh of his lips, of the humid warmth of his tongue, of the manly scent of his breath. I kiss him roughly while still working my fingers in and out of him, swallowing his whimpers, until I feel his strong hand holding my wrist to a stop and pulling my fingers out of him.

I pull back to look at him, confused by his actions, and find a smiling Jasper with a mischievous glint in his wantonly eyes.

"As much as I love to make love to you, baby, I need you too much right now, and we don't have that much time. I'm ready," he whispers before trapping my lips with his one more time and pulling my hips to him, showing me just how much he needs me. Well, my love, the feeling is mutual.

I reach down to place the tip of my cock right at his entrance and stroke myself a few times, spreading the rest of the lube from my fingers onto my shaft. Just the feeling of Jasper's entrance so near my cock has me throbbing in desire; I just know the heaven that awaits me behind that precious flesh.

I push in little by little, watching closely Jasper's face for any sign of pain, before my own pleasure overwhelms me, forcing me to close my eyes. This is where I'm meant to be, always. This is where my cock was made to be, surrounded by Jasper's sweet warmth and hot, pulsing flesh.

I feel him kissing my neck, lifting his hips to tell me that he's ok and ready for me, and I silently thank God, because I don't know if I could hold still anymore. I pull back torturously slow and press back deeply into him, relishing his warmth and tightness. I want to fuck him so hard, I want to get so deep into him, that holding back is making me insane. But I don't want to hurt him, this is still so new to him, and I would never forgive myself if I was to hurt him. But I have to ask, I have to ask because what if I'm just whining over nothing, and he wants it just as much as I do?

"Do you want me to fuck you, Jazz?" I whisper huskily into his ear, licking at the soft skin just below it. "Do you want me to fuck you hard?" I ask, emphasizing my last word with a deep thrust of my hips, making him whimper.

He takes a few moments to answer, moaning and biting into my shoulder. "Yes Edward! Please fuck me!" He manages between pants, making me shiver.

I pull back from him, leaning back to rest my buttocks over my heels, and grabbing him by the hips I pull him closer. He opens his legs even wider to leave no space between us, and I feel him surrounding me with them, pressing his heels into my buttocks to press me flush to him. With more room to move now, I'm able to thrust deeper into him, pulling him to me with my hands with every thrust. He fists the sheets into his hands, moaning louder and louder with every thrust and mumbling dirty incoherencies. I can feel the effort of my abdominal muscles with every forceful thrust and the slight pain in my thighs, and I watch mesmerized the perfectly trimmed muscles of Jasper's abdomen, beautifully displayed in front of me, relaxing and contracting with the effort of our lovemaking… ok, our fucking. I wouldn't mind changing our morning exercise routine to this, AT ALL.

Under the slight pain in my abdomen, I feel the warm tingling sensation of my approaching orgasm. Fuck, I'm so close. I increase my pace, holding Jasper tighter into my hands and grunting loudly.

"Touch yourself, Jasper," I pant. "I wanna watch you touching yourself,"

He complies immediately and the sight overwhelms me. I remember that first time, when I watched him while I hid in the shadows, touching himself, stroking that beautiful cock with such masterfulness. I watch him now, completely open to me, shamelessly stroking himself with his beautiful, strong hand, and it's just too much. With my last forceful thrusts, I feel my cock throb before cumming inside him. I throw my head back, almost screaming my pleasure, completely forgetting about scaring or waking up the neighbors. I don't fucking care about anything except my beautiful, perfect love below me. I smile when I feel Jasper's cum hitting my chest, and whimper a little at the overwhelming sensation of Jasper's spasms around my sensitive cock.

I close my eyes, breathing heavily, trying to come back to Earth after being in heaven with my love. Fuck, I definitely won't be able to concentrate at work after this. I pull out of him, immediately missing his warmth surrounding me, and lay back beside him with my eyes still closed, enjoying this post orgasmic happiness with a stupid smile.

I feel him curling around me, tucking his face into my neck and caressing my chest. I hold him tightly to me, deeply inhaling his scent and nuzzling his golden hair. I love him, I love him so much! How could I spend so much time living with him and never notice before?

We stay in bed for a few more minutes, enjoying each other's warmth and scent and love. But the relentless time keeps passing and as much as we want to stay here, we need to go to work.

We get up and take a quick shower, washing each other with soft caresses and enjoying the warm water running over our skin. After, I leave Jasper to get dressed while I go to brew some coffee. I just love the way we can mix our past daily routine with the new details.

Morning run, shower, coffee…

Morning fuck, shower for two, coffee… it's just perfect.

***

After a steamy farewell over the small table by the doorway, I finally arrive at the theater with a goofy grin on my face. What a morning I had!

"Edward, my boy!" I'm greeted by Connie at the doorway.

I'm enveloped in a tight hug by the woman and I loudly kiss her on her cheek. She's always the first one to arrive at the theater and I'm so happy to see her! I've missed her. She's such a beautiful woman, with her large frame, and her dimples adorning her still girlish face, and her graying curly hair, and her ready arms waiting for anyone who wants a hug. She's become almost like a second mother to me. That's why I left the company in her capable hands. Being such an experienced actress and having such a commanding tone under that girlish façade, she was the best option. I hope everything worked out well during my absence.

"Come on, Connie, let's order some cappuccino and tell me everything that happened this week."

An hour later, the other actors start arriving one by one, greeting me and asking me about my vacation. A few more minutes and we finally start the rehearsals; we have so much work to do.

Between the small breaks we have, I find myself watching Jacob closely. He's the leading actor of the company, a really talented man with an impressive physique and milk chocolate skin that makes him stand out from the rest; really useful for our plays. Oh, and yeah, he's gay.

I watch him interact with the rest of the cast. He is so manly. I would never have thought him gay, if it weren't for the couple of times he tried to hit on me. He is so natural. It might sound stupid, but I find myself wondering if a gay man really stands out from the rest, as if somehow you suddenly have a neon sign above your head alerting every soul around about your sexuality. I'm scared I changed somehow.

But I watch him moving so naturally, talking with everybody, male or female, in such a natural way, that I just know I'm being stupid. I have to convince myself that no one is going to treat me differently. Half of the company, if not all of it, knows about his sexuality. No one treats him any different, and if someone tried, I would be the first to get rid of the fucking intolerant jerk; I would have done it even before I realized I was gay. I have to trust that these are tolerant, open minded people.

I watch around me. We're all so different from each other. Jake, with his powerful Native American physique, Rosalie, with her ice queen demeanor, Connie, with her candid, open character… pink hair, dark skin, skinny complexion, gymnastic flexibility, beer paunch, 20 years old, 60 years old… we're all so different, but we are just one big family. I have to trust them. I have to trust they'll accept me no matter what. Thinking about it, I have the better chance of the two of us of being accepted in my community. We're theater people; we're used to different.

I notice I was staring when I find myself with Jacob's black eyes looking intently at me. He smiles at me with a not so subtle flirting smile, and I flush a little before looking away. Ok, Edward, no more staring at a well known gay man.

It's almost 3 o'clock, and my stomach is embarrassingly grumbling by now, so I decide to finally take a break. The actors don't seem to be able to change their famished gestures from an hour ago, anyway.

I decide to stay in the theater and order some food. After my long absence, first with Jasper's recovery and then with my unexpected vacations, I'm way behind in my work. We start our season next month, and I'm a little worried over the final details.

But of course, every time I try to concentrate on my work, my mind drifts far away, to the amazing, strange color of Jasper's eyes, or the mysterious ingredients of his scent, or the delicious flavor of his skin.

Pfff… this is stupid!

I'm checking the sketches the designer sent of the costumes for the two leading actors while listening to the steady ring of Jasper's phone. I'm about to hang up when I'm finally greeted with his beautiful deep voice.

"Edward?"

"Hey! Yeah Jazz, it's me!"

"Oh, what's up Ed?"

What's up? Hmmm… nothing, really. Great! I just interrupted him over nothing but my stupid need for him. Ok, now I'm embarrassed.

"Edward?" He asks again, and I notice that I stayed quiet too long.

"Um, yeah. Well, nothing really, I just… wanted to say hello?" I finish my statement like a question. How stupid.

I hear his laughter on the other side, and it makes me want to feel him shaking against me, feeling his breath on my neck. "Well, I'm happy you called. I was actually two minutes away from calling you," he laughs again. "How stupid are we, Edward?"

I laugh too. "Yeah, I know! So how is your day?"

"Well, really busy, actually. I spent all morning with Maria, talking about the current cases and examining the files. She knows about us, by the way," he finishes nonchalantly.

"What? What do you mean? Like she knows, knows?"

He laughs again. I'm torn between finding it really annoying and incredibly sexy. "Yes, Edward, she knows, knows. The moment I walked into my office I had her behind me asking me who fucked me. She said my goofy grin was just too obvious and that denying it was simply useless, so I told her. She said it was damn fucking time. I hope you don't mind, 's just that she's known about my feelings for you for a long time, so it was nice to give her the good news."

She knew? Why? So now she's a friend of his? I thought she was just his partner. And what? He's going to tell the whole department? I wish I could have someone to tell the good news too...

"Edward?" I drifted out again. Fuck, Edward, pay attention!

"She knew?" That's the first question that comes out.

"Well, yeah. She's my friend, and she's gay. We spend so much time together, and, I don't know. I guess one day I was a little low, and she was near. Why? Does that bother you?"

Does it bother me? "Not exactly. I was just surprised, that's all. I never thought she knew about your feelings." The thing that bothers me is that while I'm his best friend, there was something he couldn't tell me for a whole year, and yet, he had other friends who were there for him. I don't really have other friends… why is that?

"Yeah, well, it just happened. No big deal. She's happy for me now and told me to tell you that if you mess with her Whitlock, she's going to castrate you or something along those lines." He laughs again, and now I'm pissed. Her Whitlock? How the hell did that happen?

"Hmmm." Ha-ha-ha.

"Anyway, how is your day?"

I told him a little about my day before agreeing on having dinner together at the apartment and hanging up.

Now I'm really confused. Where did all the jealousy and animosity towards a faceless woman come from? A lesbian faceless woman, nonetheless! I don't even know her; I've never felt the need even with all the things Jasper had said about her. This is just weird; I've never felt this possessive over anybody. I was almost fighting back a growl when I heard about her Whitlock. What is wrong with me?

And what the fuck is wrong with her, calling him that? Jasper Whitlock is MINE.

So we're witnesses of a new, unknown side of Edward. Do you like it? What do you think?

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