The Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt: #22

Pen Name: LyricalKris

Pairing/Character(s): Jasper/Peter

Rating: M

Word Count: 500

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A/N: It's slashy Saturday, kids!

The rules of society were a peculiar thing, Jasper Whitlock reflected. A woman, a girl, could not stroll down this road without an escort. It was a plain road, as roads went. Wagons traversed it daily, but it was empty now. Empty roads were not for young ladies on their own. All manner of dark creatures lurked.

He wondered what it would be like to be a woman, to be ruled by fear of things you couldn't see if only because someone told you they were there.

But Peter Huntington was not a young woman. He was a young man of eighteen. He looked up, and when he saw Jasper leaning against their tree, a grin spread across his face. His gait quickened.

When Peter drew nearer they fell into step together, and again Jasper thought about the rules of society. Were Peter a young woman and someone saw them walking together, merely walking, his reputation would be destroyed. A young woman and a young man did not have that kind of luxury no matter what the nature of their relationship. There would be a chaperone.

Jasper slipped his hand into Peter's and pulled him off the road because what he was about to do they could not do in public, even as young men.

They walked through the tall corn fields, empty today, and into the forest. Only when they were well away from sight did Jasper stop, and then he pushed Peter back up against a tree. Peter wrapped his arms around him and grabbed his ass with both hands. They kissed like starving men, and that wasn't far from the truth.

"Too long," Jasper murmured against Peter's cheek.

"I'm sorry. It was impossible to get away."

Jasper grunted and nipped at the skin of Peter's neck, eliciting a gasp. "I missed you."

Peter cupped his cheeks, bringing his face back up for a kiss. "I've missed you too."

They were quiet for minutes, their mouths otherwise occupied, and Jasper's heart gave a too-familiar twist. How many ways would society condemn them for this? Even if they weren't killed for the atrocity- the perversion- they dared commit, Peter was well above Jasper's class. They were doomed in triplicate.

Closing his eyes, Jasper pressed his body against Peter's, breathing him in. He began to kiss a line down his cheek, his chest. He fell to his knees before Peter, and undid his fancy pants.

Peter sighed when Jasper took him in his mouth. He stroked his fingers through Jasper's hair and whispered about the things he dreamed of doing to him while they were apart.

When Jasper had made him hard and wet, they switched. Jasper braced himself against the tree as Peter kissed his neck and shoulder. When Peter entered him, he reached around, taking Jasper's length in his hand and pumping in time with his thrusts.

When they were both spent, they lazed together on a nearby stone, wrapped in each others arms.

Society be damned.

A/N: How you doin' kids?