Well, it's been longer than a week again, hasn't it? *checks watch* Yep, it has. Sorry about that. I hope the chapter below makes up for my tardiness. Ooh, fun things - ATD won THREE Slash Awards: Best UST, Best Humor and Best Wank (yes!). That is thanks to all of you who voted for me. *Big hugs and kisses for you all*
Huge thanks to PhoenixRising25 for her last minute beta help. I am such a procrastinator, and she never gets mad at me when I ping her at ten asking for some beta love. She's awesome.
I don't own it, of course. I also don't own Jasper's ringtone... except in my iTunes. It's Basic Space by The xx. Do check this band out. Trust me.
...I'll take you in pieces. We can take it all apart. I've softened shipwrecks right from the start. I've been underwater breathin' out and in. I think I'm losin' where you end and I begin. Basic space openin? Don't look away when there's nothin' there...
"Who the hell is calling you this early?" Jasper groans from behind me, his grip around my waist tightening with his words.
Smiling, I shrug, hoping he catches the movement. The phone stops ringing, so I worm my way back further into his body...
Well, hello there!
Jasper's erection is pressed firmly into my ass, and the memories of last night bombard my mind – the way he moved against me, the words that were spoken, the confirmation of everything I wanted, everything I needed. It was awesome, and it seems like Jasper is ready for a little more of that awesome this morning.
By the state of my cock straining against the shorts I slept in, I'm more than a little ready myself. I've had morning wood before. I am a guy, after all, but it's normally a perfunctory thing – take care of business and get back to the real world. Now, though, I have someone else to take care of my morning situation, and the thought alone of Jasper reaching around and stroking me is almost enough to make me jizz in my pants again. It's overwhelming. I never wanted another person before Jasper, and I find myself taken aback again and again by the power of these new emotions.
Want. Desire. Need. Lust.
They all swirl together, pushing for more, bringing me higher to a point I never even dreamed about. They are also tinged with something else – something more – something new.
Love?
My eyes pop open at the thought, and I fight the uncomfortable chuckle that is rising in my throat. That's just not possible. I like Jasper. I mean, I like him a lot, but I couldn't love him. It's too early, too soon.
There are so many different kinds of love though, right? I mean, I love my father and sister in different ways, but I know I love them both. You can also love your friends. I don't think my childhood friendships could be looked back on as love. Though children love and they love without fear, it was easier than it should have been to kill those friendships when my mom got sick.
It wasn't until college and Jasper and Bella that I felt like I had true friends. Am I just confusing friendship love with romantic love? How will I be able to tell the difference? Sure, I want Jasper romantically, but this could just be our friendship love on a lustful high.
All I know right now is that friendship love is the stupidest term I have ever come up with, and I am so fucking happy that no one can read my mind.
"Edward," Jasper whispers into my neck. The warmth of his breath washes over my neck, sending tingles to the tips of my fingers. I shudder when his lips connect with the top of my back. It makes me feel weird, but like chill bumps, good weird. He pushes up on his elbow and leans over my body so I can see his face. "Good morning," he says with a smile.
I grin back at him, taking in his mess of curls, twisted from sleep and my fingers last night. My eyes travel to his sparkling blue-gray eyes, crinkling with a smile that consumes his face. Jasper smiles like no one else. There is so much life in such a simple action.
It makes my chest hurt, but like in the best possible way.
"How'd you sleep?" he asks, his eyes lingering on my mouth.
I bite my lip, trying to hold back on the frantic urge to smash my face to his. Last thing either of us need is a broken nose or a missing front tooth. I have to be calm about these things, be smooth...
My thoughts are interrupted when Jasper leans in and kisses me, making the decision for me that I was silently debating. The kiss remains chaste though, and I'm more than grateful – morning breath and all that.
He pulls away, but my eyes remained closed. I can practically still feel the pressure of his mouth on my lips. He snickers and nudges me with his shoulder. "Edward?"
"Hmm?" I mumble out, a small close-lipped smile gracing my face.
"You still with me, man?" he chuckles.
I open one eye and peek out at him. "I'm very much still here," I retort. I turn on my back and stretch my arms above my head. "Where else would I be?" I ask.
"Mentally, dude," he says, shaking his head. "I get that you're physically still here. I'm not an idiot."
"I never said you were," I respond with a wink.
He quickly maneuvers himself to his knees so that he's looming over me. "Someone," he remarks, tapping me on the chest with his pointer finger, "is a smart ass in the morning."
"You are a smart ass, aren't you?" I twist his words around with a smug smile. He shakes his head and throws one leg over my body to where he's straddling my lap.
"Oh, you've done it now," he warns me.
Even though I know he's playing, I can't help my loud nervous gulp. He arches a brow at me as his hands run up my stomach and up my arms which are still stretched above my head. My breath picks up. "Nervous, Edward?" he questions, licking his lips.
I shake my head, but I'm sure my true emotions are written plain as day across my face. "I think you are," he continues as his fingers lock with mine.
I shake my head again, and let out a rushed, "Nope."
His tongue traces along his bottom lip, leaving it glistening under the fluorescent light. "Hmm..." he trails off, looking me up and down. He leans down and in doing so, moves his dick to where it is rubbing against mine. His eyes light up. "Well, not nervous, then," he smirks, "but definitely … excited."
"You're one..." I lose my train of thought when he thrusts against me, "to talk."
"I can think of better things to do with my mouth than talk." His voice is a throaty growl. He leans down to kiss me, and I try to pull my arms down, realizing rather quickly that he has my hands trapped. I turn my head to the side, causing Jasper to kiss my cheek. He lets out a sigh of frustration against my face. He pulls back, raising his brows in question.
"Morning breath," I remind him, but he just rolls his eyes.
"I don't give a shit about that," he remarks, leaning in once more.
...I'll take you in pieces. We can take it all apart. I've softened shipwrecks right from the start. I've been underwater breathin' out and in. I think I'm losin' where you end and I begin. Basic space openin? Don't look away when there's nothin' there...
"My phone!" I say louder than needed. "Let me up, Jasper."
"Fine," he relents, climbing off me. He glares at me as I scramble for my phone. I grab it off my nightstand and flip it open without looking at the Caller ID.
"Hello," I answer, slightly out of breath.
"You know I hate having to call people twice!" my sister yells in greeting.
"Hello to you, too, Alice," I sigh into the receiver. "Missing me already?"
"Yeah, right," she retorts, letting out a girly snort. Well, if snorts were girly, that is. "I'm babysitting this morning and bored out of my mind, so I thought I'd call you. How was your first week back at school?"
Jasper whispers my name a few times, but I hold up a finger for a moment without glancing up. He grumbles under his breath before falling back onto his mattress with a loud plop, covering his face with his forearm. I glance over and can't help the smile that covers my face. He can be such a baby.
"This past week has been great," I answer Alice after a moment. "How is school for you? Sen-ior!" I exclaim with awkward enthusiasm, actually raising the roof with one of my hands. Jasper drops his arm and looks over at me in shock before breaking out in laughter.
"That was... weird," Alice finally replies.
"Umm... yeah, I don't know why I said it like that," I admit, a blush covering my cheeks. Jasper continues to laugh, so I flip him off and sit down on the edge of my bed. "How is school, though?" I try again.
"It's the same, really," she answers in a bored voice. "Oh my god!" She perks up. "Guess what Leah's dad got her for Christmas?" Alice asks me.
Leah is my least favorite of Alice's friends. That girl has got an attitude problem. "A lobotomy?" I joke.
"Ha ha, Edward," Alice retorts. "No! A boob job!" she squeals into the phone. "Can you believe that? They're huge!"
Jasper whispers my name again, so I scowl in his general direction. I'll show him what happens when he laughs at me. "Don't be that way," he says quietly. I roll my eyes, and he stands, moving in front of me.
Then, he just stares at me, and I can't help but look back at him. Once he has my full attention, his tongue slowly licks across his top lip.
"Edward!" Alice yelling catches my attention once more.
"Ye-yeah," I stutter. "Boob job," I comment, remembering the last thing we talking about.
"Oh my god, Bub," Alice snaps. "That was like five minutes ago. I was trying to tell you about Dad and..."
"Alice," I cut her off as Jasper walks to the bed and kneels on the floor in front of me. He leans over, laying his head in my lap where he proceeds to nuzzle his face – in my crotch.
Oh, my fuck.
"Listen, uh, I gotta call you back," I rush out, flipping the phone closed. "J-Jas-per," I say his name with shaky breath.
"Yes?" His reply is muffled since his face is buried in my shorts, and his voice sends out some awesome vibrations. That along with his nearness and my all of the sudden over-active libido results in an insta-boner. God, he then kisses my hard cock, and...
I'm going to lose my mind.
It's fucking official.
I thread my fingers through his hair, and he moans loudly before nipping at me through the fabric. When I use my fingers in his hair to pull him off of me, he groans, pursing his lips at me. "I was kinda busy, there, man," he remarks, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Uh... yeah, about that," I mumble, unsure of myself. I mean, it's not like it didn't feel good – because it fucking did. Also, it's not like I wouldn't want him to go further, but I just don't think I could handle it.
The moment his lips actually touch the skin of my dick, I'm going to blow my load immediately. He gets me too worked up, too excited. Now, I may not know everything, but I know that cumming in two seconds flat would not make me the most desirable guy to bone.
I want him to want to bone me... or since we both have dicks, is it bone with me?
Either way, it's going to involve boning, and that won't work if my boner is already gone.
"What the hell are you thinking about right now?" Jasper asks, and I realize I'm still holding his head away from me.
"Huh?" I mumble out, revealing my inane intelligence.
"First, you pull me off of your dick," Jasper emphasizes the word, "and then you just space out with squirrely eyebrows." He shakes his head, and I let him go. Standing up, he stretches his legs out. "So, tell me," he repeats, "what were you thinking about?"
"What are squirrely eyebrows?" I ask, hoping to change the subject. Jasper's shoulders rise and fall with a sigh, and he shakes his head before furrowing his eyebrows and staring into space with a blank look in his eye.
He looks very stupid. I think I'm insulted.
"I can pretty much guarantee that I did not look like that," I tell him, glaring at him until he drops the face he's making.
He fights a smile. "Well, I can pretty much guarantee that you did," he retorts.
"You are fucking impossible sometimes," I reply, letting out a huff of air. "You know how I know I didn't look like that?" I ask.
He crosses his arms. "How?"
"Because, Jasper, you looked like a dumb ass," I remark with a snide smile. "And, I," I continue, placing my hand over my heart for emphatic purposes, "could never look like a dumb ass. One – I'm just too fucking intelligent and two – I'm too fucking good looking."
His mouth falls open a little in shock. "And, three – you're too fucking modest?" he suggests.
I laugh, nodding. "Don't forget honest," I add.
He runs his fingers through his hair, groaning. "It's too early in the morning to be dealing with your big head," he grumbles. "Who knew you your ego was so inflated? I thought you were the shy, sweet type." He gives me a smirk to know he's going along with the joke.
"I think a little bit of your cockiness has rubbed off on me," I tell him.
He throws his hands in the air in frustration. "That's what I was trying to do, Edward, but you interrupted me!" He starts laughing hysterically at the blush that appears on my cheeks when I realize what he's implying.
"Ha!" he exclaims, pointing at me. "There's my boy."
"Shut the fuck up."
*~E~*
"Ahora, clase, repite, por favor," Senora Thomas says again. "Yo soy. Tu eres. El/Ella/Usted es, Nosotros somos, Vosotros sois, Ellos/Ellas/Ustedes son."
"Why did you convince me to take Spanish with you this semester?" Bella whispers after we repeat the conjugations. "I sucked at it in high school. I suck at it now," she complains.
"You have to take four sections of language for your degree," I remind her.
She groans – loudly.
"¿Un problema, Senorita Swan?" Senora Thomas calls out from from the front of the room. "¿Qué es tan importante?"
"Umm... uh..." Bella mumbles, trying to figure out what to say. She scans her open textbook, looking over the simple questions we are studying. "Soy baño."
The teacher sighs and waves her hand in the air. "Go," she dismisses her.
After class, Bella and I stop by the Student Center for lunch. She snags us a table, and I go grab some sandwiches. When I finally find her among the throng of students, she is sitting at a table for two talking to some tall dude.
"Turkey and Swiss, right?" I ask when I reach her, and she looks up at me, silently begging for help with her eyes.
"Still a fan of turkey?" the guy asks, smiling down at Bella.
"Yeah, she is," I answer, turning toward him. "Edward Cullen." I stick my hand out. "And, you are?"
"Mike Newton," he informs me, shaking my hand. He looks at me and then back at Bella. "Are you two..." he trails off.
"No."
"Yes!" Bella exclaims at the same time, overriding my answer. "I've missed you, sugar pie," she says to me.
I bite my lip to keep from laughing. "I've missed you more, cuddlekins," I baby talk.
Mike turns to me and stares as I sit down across from Bella. "You said no," he tells me, sounding confused.
"No?" I quirk one eyebrow, cocking my head to the side.
Mike narrows his eyes at me before turning back to Bella. "Like I was saying, though, I would love to get together one night to... study."
"I don't have to study, Mike," Bella says in mock earnest. "I have a photographic memory."
I stop myself from laughing and nod my head. "She does." I wink at her and notice Jasper across the Student Center. He scans the room before his eyes land on me. I smile and wave, and he motions with his head toward the sandwich place.
"Fag," Mike hisses under his breath.
A piece of my sandwich falls from my hands. "Excuse me?" I croak out. He just looks at me with a disinterested stare. "What did you just say?" I ask sharply.
"Nothing," he replies, narrowing his eyes at me.
"No, I heard you," I insist, standing up so that he's not towering over me.
"So what if you heard me?" he snaps. "It doesn't really concern you. It's just some guy that used to be my roommate."
Then, it all clicks together. "You're that Mike?" I question, scowling at his ugly face.
"That Mike?" he repeats, furrowing his brows in confusion. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Watch your mouth, Mike!" Bella demands from her seat. He glances down at her, and I make my move around the table so that we are face to face. I'm delighted to find he stands a few inches shorter than me. I could definitely take him in a fight if it came to that. I mean, I've never been in a real fight, but I could definitely take this fucker.
"Listen up, Mike," I sneer, leaning toward him until our faces are mere inches apart. I drop my voice to a whisper. "That fag as you so eloquently put it is my boyfriend, and if you have a problem with him, you have a problem with me." I poke him hard in the chest with my pointer and middle finger for emphasis. I've never been one to back down from a confrontation. I just never put myself into situations where a confrontation would even occur.
I'm so angry, though, I don't know what I'm going to do. All I know is that I'm going to be the motherfucking victor.
"Get your hands off me," he warns, taking a step back. "I'm fucking serious."
I stare at him, not blinking. "No one is more serious than I am at the moment. You should leave," I grit out through my teeth.
He glares at me through slitted eyes. "You people are fucking insane and disgusting."
I grant him a menacing smile, stepping closer to him once more. I grab the front of his fraternity t-shirt in my fist and twist the fabric around my hand, pulling him even closer to me. I lean in to him so that my mouth is next to his ear. "Don't make me show you just how fucking insane I can be, asshole," I warn him. "If I ever hear you say anything to or about Jasper, I will kick your ass." I pull back, glancing down and reading the Greek letters on his shirt. "That goes for your brothers, too," I clarify. I drop his shirt and move back, wiping my hands on my jeans.
He stares at me in disbelief, mouth agape. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Bella stands, putting herself between the Mike and I. "Alright, that's enough," she yells. "Get out of here, Mike! I didn't like you in high school, and I sure as fuck don't like you now!"
"Bitch," he snarls before spinning around. I take a step forward with balled fists, but Bella turns to me, placing her hands flat on my chest.
"Stop," she begs. "He's definitely not worth it."
Taking a deep breath, I roll my neck, trying to relax. As the adrenaline leaves my body, the scene that just occurred plays in my head. "Shit," I curse under my breath, taking my seat once more.
What the fuck was that? I was out of control.
I almost got into a fight...
Bella lets out a loud huff of air and runs her hands through her long dark hair. She noisily pulls out the chair from across from me and collapses into the plastic seat. "What the fuck was that, Edward?" she questions, repeating out loud what I just thought to myself.
"He called Jasper a fag," I hiss at her, saying it so only she can hear.
"He's a huge dickhead," she agrees, "but I've never seen you act like that. When did you become testosterone guy?"
"I almost got in a fight!" I exclaim to her, stating the obvious.
She lets out a small giggle, her eyes wide. "You did."
"I don't know what came over me!" I shake my head. "I was just so angry when he was talking about Jasper. I lost it."
"Don't bad mouth Edward's boyfriend," she remarks, pretending to write it down. "Got it." She glances up at me with a smirk on her face. "You are such a bad ass," she jokes.
I roll my eyes and laugh along with her. "I just wish I would have punched him in his fucking face," I tell her with regret.
"It's probably best you didn't," she remarks, unwrapping her sandwich. "I don't think that even together Jasper and I have enough money to bail you out of jail."
"True," I say with a laugh. "Who does that, though? That fuckface had some nerve."
"Fuckface," Bella muses. "Suits him."
"God, I can't believe that just happened," I groan, dropping my head onto my crossed arms on top of the table.
"You can't believe what just happened?" Jasper asks from behind me before he sits down between Bella and I.
"Uhh..." Bella starts, looking rather uncomfortable. "Mike..."
"Mike?" Jasper repeats, staring at Bella. She shakes her head and makes a weird squeaking sound. She's just so much help. "What's going on here?" Jasper questions, turning his gaze on me.
"Nothing, really, he was just talking to Bella and being "To Catch a Predator" creepy," I remark, making the unconscious decision not to tell Jasper about what happened next. It would just upset him, and the thought of that makes me feel sick to my stomach.
"Mike who?" Jasper asks, and I shrug because I honestly don't remember. He turns to Bella.
"Newton," she says in a quiet voice, casting her eyes to the table. That girl needs to stop looking so guilty all the time. I make a note to never break the law with Bella around. I stop myself from rolling my eyes at my own thoughts – like I'd ever break the law.
"You know him?" Jasper asks Bella.
"We went to high school together," she tells him.
"Did anything else happen that I should know about?" He turns his eyes to Bella, and I shake my head at her, widening my eyes, silently asking her not to say anything.
"No," she answers in a meek voice.
He turns his whole body in my direction. "Edward?" he tries again with me. "Anything?"
I can't keep it in. He's looking at me, so expectant and open, and I can't stop myself... it's on the tip of my tongue...
"God, I'm like fucking George Washington!" I exclaim, dropping my head to my arms once more. "I chopped down that motherfucker's cherry tree!"
Jasper starts laughing. "What?"
I lift my face slightly, staying partially hidden behind my arms. I look up at my boyfriend. "That asshole said some ugly things, so I had some ugly things back."
Jasper quirks an eyebrow at me in question. "Ugly things?" he urges.
"About you," Bella jumps into the conversation, and I wish she wouldn't have. I sit up and come out of hiding so I can properly glare at her.
"Bella," I hiss, giving her one terse head shake.
"Edward," Jasper sighs, "Please, tell me."
"Fine," I snap at him. "That dickhead called you a fag, so I let him know if he did it again, it would be the last thing he ever did."
"They almost got into a fight," Bella adds, and she's once again my least favorite person in the world. Jasper balks at her. I can see the muscles in his jaw clenching as he grinds his teeth in frustration... or anger.
Shit. I hope it's not anger.
He takes a deep breath and runs his hands slowly through his hair, tugging at the end of his curls. He turns his glare onto me, and it's like his blue-gray eyes are burning holes right fucking through me. I swear, I'm going to have burn marks all over my Flaming Lips t-shirt in a moment.
This is one my favorite t-shirts, so I really hope that doesn't actually happen. My mind slips into images of Jasper as a dragon, but he shoots flames through his eyes rather than his mouth. Jasperagon is fucking weird.
"What the hell were you thinking, Edward?" Jasper asks, and I bite my lip to stop myself from blurting out my dragon thought. I don't think it would be well received.
"I wasn't thinking," I admit after a moment. "I was pissed! He called you a fag, Jasper!"
"Well, he wasn't far off mark there," Jasper replies with a sigh. "I am a fag, Edward."
"Jasper!" Bella hisses, slapping him hard on the arm. "Don't say that!"
"I'm just saying that I can't let it bother me," he replies, rubbing his arm where she slapped him. "I have to be stronger than that. I realize that not everyone is going to be cool with me..." he turns to me, "and us," he adds. "We just have to be the bigger people."
"Who are you, and where the hell is my boyfriend?" I question quietly, completely serious. He's acting like some calm pod-person.
"That's it, though, Edward," he replies with a smile. "Don't you get it?"
I shake my head. I most definitely do not get it.
"Did you drink the kool-aid?" I joke, scratching the back of my scalp absentmindedly.
"No, man, I'm saying that you and me," he continues, motioning between us. "Us," he clarifies. "It's making me better and shit. I'm trying not to let things affect me so negatively because of you. I'm not saying life is full of rainbows and unicorns..."
"Unicorns?" I interrupt. "Are you an eight year old girl?" Jasper rolls his eyes at me.
Bella starts giggling, and Jasper turns his glare on her, shutting her up pretty quickly.
"Y'all can just fuck yourselves," he grumbles, opening his sandwich and taking a bite.
"Hey, now," I say with a small smile. "Don't be like that, Jasper. Tell us about these unicorns," I urge, snickering.
"Yeah," Bella urges. "Do they have special powers?"
"I bet they're so majestic," I add, clasping my hands together and sighing happily.
"Y'all are dicks," Jasper says between bites of his sandwich. "Can we please talk about something else?" He looks at me, giving me a fucking adorable pouty face. God, Jasper has the best fucking lips.
"Sure," I reply, slightly breathless. I swear, he has some kind of power over my body and mind. "Bella said she was the bathroom in Spanish class today," I tell him, blurting out the first thing that comes into my head.
"I did?" Bella shrieks before burying her face in her hands.
With that, the conversation is on a different path, but I can't quite shake the gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach over the situation with that douche, Mike. He better leave Jasper alone, or I'm going to go all Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon on his ass...
Jasperagon, I think, trying not laugh.
*~E~*
Wednesday night after the incident in the Student Center, Jasper and I are huddled in his bed watching a movie. He's behind me, wedged against the wall with his arms around me, and I am, more than anything, just trying not to fall off the tiny bed.
"Round kick in your face, motherfucker," Jasper talks smack at the movie, and I roll my eyes... fucking Jean Claude Van Damme. "Oh, shit," Jasper says, laughing. "Did you see that?" he asks me.
I just nod my head.
Fifteen minutes later, my arm is starting to fall asleep, so I start to wiggle around, readjusting my position on the bed.
Jasper's arm tightens around my torso, trapping me against his body. "Edward," he grits out, his breath washing over the back of my neck. "What cha' doing?" he asks, obviously trying to sound casual, but I can hear the strain in his voice.
"My arm is asleep," I tell him.
"Well, everytime you wiggle, you're pushing your ass against my dick," he informs me, never loosening his grip on my body. "And, my dick is definitely not asleep if you get what I'm saying." He chuckles nervously, and I stop moving.
Why is he so nervous? Do I make him uncomfortable? Doesn't he want more?
"Is that a bad thing?" I whisper, and he gulps loudly. I take a deep breath and start to roll over so that I'm facing him. Of course, I almost roll right off the bed, but Jasper still has his death grip on me so only my arm and shoulder slip off.
Once we're face to face on the small mattress, he smiles at me, and a wonderful feeling rushes through my body – like I just drank a hot cup of coffee and the liquid hasn't regulated to my body temp yet. He's making me feel all warm and shit.
I lift my now tingling arm to his face, cupping his jaw, and I scoot my head forward those last few inches until our lips are touching. We start to kiss, our tongues moving together, and his hands roam over my body. Everything about him makes every one of my senses come alive.
He's so fucking beautiful to look at.
He smells mouthwatering.
He tastes unlike anything I've ever tasted, and he's delicious.
The noises he makes when we're making out drive me insane and make my cock that much harder, but nothing beats when he moans my name. Nothing.
Then, of course, he feels so great, his hard body pushed against mine, grinding together. It's like fucking magic how good he makes me feel. Jasper is the David Blane of the dry hump, man. He's got that shit down.
Since Friday night, we've done the grinding thing every night and one time during the day, and I've really enjoyed it – like I've really enjoyed it. I just want more. I need more. I feel like I'm about to explode, and I can't even imagine how Jasper feels!
I mean, he's told me he's been pretty sexually active. It's not like six guys is that many either, but compared to zero, it's a lot – practically Hugh Hefner status. He's had sex. He's used to sex. He wants sex – with me.
Except, Jasper has only given the sex. He is, as he said, the fucker. Which, by default, makes me the fuckee, and that's a title I need some time to wrap my head around. It's not that the idea isn't exhilariting, but it's almost like sky diving. I know I would fucking love it -- the rush, the excitement, the anticipation, but there is also this huge wall of fear.
To jump or not to jump – that is the question.
I don't think I'm quite ready for a 600 feet in the air free fall, but I could maybe bunjee jump, right? We could go further...
We could get naked.
Just the thought, sends both my heart and my cock into overdrive, pumping my blood hard and fast through my body.
I deepen the kiss, running my tongue forcefully though his mouth, taking control like I have never done before. I explore his mouth with my tongue, tasting him fully. It just makes me want more. With a unconcious growl that surprises both Jasper and I, I push him onto his back and climb on top of him, sitting astride his hips.
Jasper moans, breaking the kiss, and I move my lips down his jaw and throat, licking and sucking at his exposed skin. "God, Edward," Jasper hisses, breathing heavy.
I mumble nonsensically into his neck in answer, moving my hands to the bottom of his t-shirt. I tug at it, letting him know I want it off, but he doesn't raise his arms. I sit up, removing my mouth from his body, and he groans in protest. I stare into his eyes, waiting until I've got his full attention, and I tear my own t-shirt from my body.
He makes a sound almost as though he's in pain, and his eyes close. His head falls back onto the pillow. Not even a second later, his hands are all over my chest and stomach, dipping to the waist of my jeans, but never venturing any lower.
He pulls his own shirt off with one arm, and once again, I'm thouroughly impressed with this move. I practiced it in the mirror the other day when he wasn't around, but I didn't look nearly as good as Jasper does. Plus, I always seem to get stuck around the shoulders.
He thrusts up into me, both of us still restricted by our jeans, and I bite back a moan. It feels good, but I'm on a mission tonight – a mission for more.
Jasper tries to pull me back to him, but I resist. He then tries to sit up, but I push him back down. His eyes open in frustration. "What the fuck, Edward?" he huffs out.
"I..." I trail off, closing my eyes. Taking a deep breath to steel my nerves, I try again, "I... want more," I tell him in a quiet yet resigned voice.
"More?" he questions, but I don't respond verbally. Instead, I lower my hands to the button on his jeans, and undo it, his zipper following close behind. He licks his lips, and it spurs me on. I tug the denim fabric down his hips and stare at his boxerbriefs for a moment.
"Edward?" he calls out my name in a soft voice, placing his hand on my arm. "You don't..."
I look back up at him and shake my head. "Don't fucking say that I don't have to," I warn him.
"But," he starts, and I narrow my eyes at him.
"I'm serious, man," I interrupt.
"Fine," he remarks, he flicks his hand toward me. "As you were." He then laces his hands behind his head, the fucking picture perfect example of relaxed. He even closes his eyes and whistles while he waits.
"Dick," I say with a smirk, glad that Jasper's sizeable ego broke the tension.
He looks up at me and winks, a smirk played aross his lips. I smile at him and then let my eyes travel down his torso. I get caught up in the scars that cover his body. My emotions start to overpower me as anger once again pumps heavily through my veins.
I grit my teeth and my hands ball into fists, and Jasper sighs quietly, scooting up so he can prop himself up against the headboard. "Edward," he says, clearing his throat.
"How could someone do this?" I question, tracing a scar on his right pec that is obviously a cigarette burn. What the fuck kind of monster was his father?
Jasper takes my hand and laces his fingers through mine, pulling me down on top of him once more so that our bodies are flush. "Where were we?" he asks, kissing my shoulder, trying to get me to drop the subject, but I can't.
I love Jasper... as a friend, of course, but I know it's more than that. We haven't been dating all that long, but it's more. I can't just let something like this go. Someone causing Jasper paing causes me pain, and I want to locate his father and tear him apart with my bare hands.
Jasper reaches up and smoothes the wrinkles between my brow before running his thumb over my cheek. He sighs, kissing me once on the forehead before he starts talking.
"Listen, Edward, I'm still really fucking angry about all that shit, but it's too late for me. That asshole fucked me up, and he fucked up my mom and my sister. I'm still trying to come to terms with it all, and it's getting easier as of lately to not hold so much of that anger inside. It gets hard carrying that shit around... like it really weighs you down, you know?"
He takes a deep breath, pushing me back to where I am once again astride his hips. He sits up and looks me in the eyes. "I just don't want you to be angry, too, ok?" he whispers. "I can't let him, even in a round about way, fuck you up. I need you to be your sweet self," he continues with a small smile. "You make me less of a fucked up asshole, you know?" He laughs nervously, and I shake my head in disbelief at this amazing guy. One side of my face lifts up in a sad smile.
"We're all fucked up, Jasper. Some of us are just better at hiding it than others," I tell him with a grin, trying to lighten the somber mood. He obviously isn't ready to talk about his father, yet, and I can understand that. I'm just now okay with talking about my mother. The situations are completely and utterly different, but they're both painful. Sometimes, it's better not to talk about it.
"But," I add with a smirk, "I don't think I could ever make you less of an asshole." I laugh, and Jasper scoffs, pushing me backwards hard enough so I fall on my back with my head at the foot of the bed.
"I'm not that big of an asshole!" he insists.
I continue to laugh, and I nod my head. "You're a pretty big asshole, Jasper, but it's all part of your charm."
"Shut up," he snaps, but I can see the smile he's fighting back.
I lift myself up onto my elbows, arching one brow up at him. "Make me," I challenge him.
Jasper licks his lips and looks me up and down. "With pleasure," he growls before he practically jumps on me. He attaches his lips to mine, kissing me hard and frantically, letting out some of his pent up emotions through our kiss, and I'm happy to let him. You can't hold that shit inside. It just burns you alive, eats away at you until you're just a shell of the person you were. Jasper has too much life in him to allow that to happen.
His hands travel across my naked torso to the top of my jeans, but this time he doesn't tease me at all. Jasper gives a sharp pull to the fly of my button up jeans, and all five buttons pop open. For a moment, I worry that he just fucking ripped my favorite pair of jeans. Then, though, his hand slides into my pants and wraps around my dick on the outside of my boxers, and I don't give a shit.
At this point, he can rip any piece of my clothing he ever wants as long as he promises to never ever stop what he's doing to me now. He continues to rub my erection through the cloth of my underwear until I'm on the brink of exploding, but it's not enough for me tonight.
I want more.
I said it before, but I'm going to say it again – naked. We could get naked.
"Jasper!" I moan after breaking our kiss. His lips move down my neck to my chest, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
He has never done that before, and it feels even better than the time I pinched my own nipple.
Oh god.
"St... st..." I pant out, never quit completing the word as Jasper bites and flicks his tongue across my sensitive skin. Combine that with his hand down my pants, and I'm about to cum in my boxers – once again.
I'm getting sick and tired of the extra laundry.
I bury my fingers in his hair and finally pull him back. "Stop," I tell him, and he furrows his brow in confusion.
"Is something wrong?" he questions, sounding unsure.
I can feel the blush covering my cheeks, and I hate that my body reacts this way. It shows every little embarrassment. I smile at him, moving my hand out of his hair and to his cheek. Jasper immediately leans into my touch, and the act makes me smile.
"Edward?" he urges, sounding worried.
"It's nothing bad, Jasper," I assure him. "It's just that... I... I want to see you..." I admit, "all of you."
After a second, he opens his eyes wide with realization, and then an evil smirk graces his lips.
Oh, shit.
"You want to see me?" Jasper whispers. He bites on his bottom lip and lets it pop out of his mouth.
Fuck.
"God, Edward, I want to see you, too," he tells me, and it's starting to get really, really hot in here. He leans down and runs his tongue up the center of my chest. "You're so fucking sexy," he growls before taking my other nipple in his teeth.
I throw my head back, breathing heavy. "Jasper," I chant his name in a barely audible whisper. He licks and kisses his way up my neck to my ear, flicking his tongue across my earlobe.
"That day I came back in and you were jerking your dick is one of my favorite memories," he says into my ear. "Do you know how difficult it was for me not to rush in to the room and take care of your big hard cock for you? Jesus, I wanted to so fucking bad," he groans as I lose control of my breathing. "Can I do it now for you, Edward. Can I stroke your cock?"
"Yessss," I hiss, thrusting my hips into the air. "Please," I beg.
With that, he pulls my jeans completely off of me and throws them on the floor. He lifts his eyes to my face before he brings his hands back to my underwear. Without a word, he takes them off my body, leaving me naked before him.
He smiles at me before letting his gaze drift down my body, his eyes glazing over when they land on my cock. "So beautiful," he murmurs to himself. My dick twitches, and he smirks. I twist the sheets around my fingers to stop myself from thrusting up, begging for more, for his touch.
He lifts his eyes back to mine before he licks his palm, never breaking eye contact with me. Then, he wraps his hand around my cock, and the feel of his fingers on my bare skin is the best thing I have ever felt in my entire life!
"Oh... my... god," I stutter out, my back arching off the bed. "Fuck!"
"You like that?" he asks, twisting his hand around the head of my cock.
"Uh, yeah!" I snort, trying to roll my eyes, but they just roll back in my head.
With a couple more flicks of his wrist, I know I'm done for, but I'm not ready for this to be over.
Handjobs, as it turns out, are fucking awesome!
I reach out and squeeze his arm. "Jasper," I pant. "Wait. Just... oh god... wait!"
He lets out a loud groan. "What now?" he asks, chuckling humorlessly.
I lick my lips and lower my gaze down his body. Jasper's jeans are still undone but not removed, but I can see his cock straining against his underwear.
I just want to see his cock.
I push his jeans further down his hips, but they're impossible for me to remove from my angle. "Jasper," I whine, and he smiles. He kisses me on the lips and he quickly slides his jeans down and off his body.
"Everything," I whisper, and I watch his Adam's Apple bob when he nods in answer, pushing his underwear off of his body, leaving him totally exposed to my eyes.
His cock is thicker than mine, but mine is longer, is the first thought that pops into my head. Oh my god, Jasper is naked, is the second.
"I like it," I murmur more to myself than Jasper, but he obviously hears me as he starts to chuckle.
"That's good," he tells me, his eyes sparkling. He leans in and traps his lips with mine. "It'd be a bad thing if you didn't like my dick," he whispers against my mouth.
Tentatively, I move my hand to his cock, and Jasper's breathing picks up in anticipation. Licking my lips and sucking in a deep breath, I run my pointer finger along his shaft. Jasper's entire body shudders.
Smiling at my new-found power over Jasper's body, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and stroke upward with a strong but gentle grip. He moans and laces his hands in his hair, tugging on his messy curls.
"Fuuuuck," he groans, his body swaying with each stroke of my hand.
He's so fucking beautiful.
When I dip my thumb into the precum and spread it down his shaft, he nearly falls over on top of me. Concentrating on the head of his dick, I let my thumb rub against the underside again and again.
"Shit, Edward," Jasper hisses. He drops his chin to his chest, and his stare is all-consuming. "That feels so good," he murmurs. "I love your hands on me, but I want to do something," he pleads. "I need to touch you, too."
"Yes," is my instant reply, and Jasper gives me a wide grin. It quickly turns wicked.
"I know exactly what I want," he tells me, and I just nod my head in agreement.
He can have anything!
Jasper moves to where he's sitting back against the headboard, legs straight out in front of him. His hand ligthly grazes up and down his own dick, and I can't look away.
"Come here, Edward," he commands with a smile.
I sit up and give him a questioning look. Where the fuck am I supposed to go?
Jasper smiles and pats his lap, so I scoot up the small twin bed until I am straddling the top of his thighs. "Like this?" I question, staring into his blue-gray eyes, and Jasper nods before pressing his lips against mine.
"I couldn't kiss you before, either," he says with a hint of a smile. I kiss him, immediately moving my tongue into his mouth, and not even a second later, I feel Jasper's hand on my dick again... except it's different. It feels... like...
I break the kiss to glance down. "Fuck," I whisper. Like I thought, Jasper has both of our cocks in his hand, and the mutual feeling of his hand and dick pressed against me is unbelievable. "Jasper," I moan, unconciously bringing my hand down to meet his.
"Yes," he hisses when I twine my fingers with his, moving my hand in time with his strokes. "Fuck, yeah."
I lift my face to his, kissing him once more. It's too much for me, though. I've never been touched like this, and I can't hold back. After a few more strokes, I throw my head back in anticipation, and Jasper moves his lips to my neck, sucking and licking at my skin.
"Jasper, I'm..." I can't even warn him. I'm cumming hard, shouting out his name and covering our cocks and our hands.
While my body shudders from the aftershocks, Jasper bites down on my shoulder, following me in his orgasm. He loosens his jaw after a moment, turning his face into my neck, kissing my skin softly as he catches his breath.
"That was..." he trails off. He lifts his head and stares at where he bit me. A look of horror crosses his face. "I'm so sorry," he apologizes almost frantically. "I didn't mean..."
I cut off his ramblings with my lips.
I'm not going to lie – it hurt when he bit me, but I don't think I'm going to mind seeing his teethmarks tomorrow, marking me.
Nope, I don't think I'm going to mind at all.
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