Hello my Darlings! A lot has happened since my last upload. SWTWC has completed its one year birthday on May 4! It has been a great journey and thank you for taking it with me. Don't worry there are still a lot more twists and turns to take.
Also SWTWC was nominated for the Best Slash Story in The Wordsmith Awards! It did not win, but I was thrilled to be in the company of some amazing writers such as KellanCougar, Jasper1863Hale, mkmmsm, maryhell, jaydorut, and many others. I sincerely appreciate the nomination. You can check out my cool nomination banner on my facebook page!
I have also recently been nominated by The Non-Canon Awards for Best Suspense Story! Voting begins June 13, so if you think SWTWC is deserving of the award please go vote for it. You will find the link on my profile page!
Well hold on to your seats because this chapter has a lot of twists and turns. In fact the rest of the story is about to get incredibly twisted ;). Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: All that is Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer. Everything Jasper and Edward to do eachother is because of my perverted mind! Only 18 and over please!
Chapter 20: Heartbreak
I wake up to the sun shining through the window just like yesterday morning. Except this time, Jasper is not lying next to me. I quickly sit up in the bed and my head feels like it is about to explode. Why do I have a splitting headache? Then I notice I am only in my underwear. What the hell happened last night?
Suddenly in a flash, everything begins to come back to me. The club….Lady LaRu….dancing with Jasper….OH MY GOD JASPER GAVE ME A BLOW JOB! How could that slip my mind even for a second? That was the most mind blowing orgasm I have ever had! Of course it seems I say that after every orgasm Jasper gives me. Ugh fuck! Why does my head still hurt?
Then I remember….the drinks! Is this a hangover? But I didn't even drink that much. Dam I must be a light weight.
At that moment Jasper walks into the bedroom barefoot and shirtless wearing only a pair of jeans. The sun in the room reflects off his wash board abs and turns his golden locks into the lightest shade of brown. Dam I love it when he wears only jeans. He looks HOT!
"Morning, Angel," Jasper says setting a small tray with a glass of what looks like orange juice on the night stand beside me. Next to the glass lay two white tablets of medicine. Jasper sits on the bed next to me.
"How are you feeling?" Jasper asks with concern in his eyes.
"Like my head has been beaten in with a sledge hammer," I say exaggerating.
Jasper giggles. "I think you may have over done it a little with the drinking."
"You think?" I say sarcastically with a smile.
"Here, this will make you feel better," he says handing me two white tablets.
"This isn't Tylenol is it? You can't take Tylenol for a hangover because it depletes glutathione and can be toxic to your liver," I say in warning.
Jasper smirks, "I am not going to pretend I know what glutathione is, but don't worry it is aspirin."
Way to be a dork Edward. "Sorry, I can be a nerd sometimes," I say embarrassed.
"Don't apologize Angel, I like it when you are a nerd," Jasper says winking at me.
"Here, drink this it will help," Jasper says handing me the glass of juice. It had the color of orange juice but it definitely didn't smell like it and was much chunkier in texture.
"What is it?" I ask.
"It is an orange banana smoothie. The Vitamin C and electrolytes should help a bit," he explains.
I take a sip and my dislike for the taste is evident by my facial expression.
"I know, not the tastiest smoothie, but it does help I promise," Jasper says with a smile.
I force myself to drink the rest quickly so that I can minimize the taste.
"So what do you want to do today?" I ask Jasper.
"Well I thought we would take the morning and afternoon easy and just relax around the house. If that is okay with you?" He responds.
"I think that is a great idea!" I say thinking easy and relaxing is just what the doctor ordered.
"But in the evening, I thought we could go watch a movie before I have to take you home," Jasper suggests.
Then it immediately hit me. This is our last day of our weekend alone together. After tonight, I would have to go back home. It is a depressing realization but I am determined to make the best of it.
"What movie did you have in mind?" I ask.
"Well there is a gay independent film festival going on in Port Angeles. They will be showing movies all day today. But I thought we would just grab their highlight of the evening. Here I grabbed this flyer last night when we walked out of the cub," Jasper says handing me a folded piece of paper.
As I unfold it, I see that the flyer is a picture of two shirtless very attractive men in a passionate embrace. One of them is a nicely toned young copper skinned man and the other is a tall muscular blonde decorated in beautiful tattoos. The text below the image reads:
The Majestic Theatre premiers a Southern Gentleman production and a Hazy Mist film called The Thing About Falling. A gay love story about an ex convict and an out and proud college student who meet under difficult circumstances in a homophobic town. How far are they willing to go in order to find true love?
"This sounds great!" I say excitedly. I have never seen a gay love story before; nonetheless in a theater.
"I thought you might like it. So why don't you get washed up and I will have a real breakfast ready for you downstairs when you are done?" Jasper says standing up from the bed.
"Okay but…" I begin to say.
Jasper holds his hand up to interrupt me. "Don't worry…a small breakfast…. I promise," he says before leaning down to kiss my forehead and walking out the door.
I jump in the shower hoping the warm water would soothe my headache. But it is no use. If anything, the sound of the water hitting the tub only makes my headache worse. I exit the shower and dry myself off before putting on a comfortable pair of sweat pants with a t-shirt.
As I walk towards the kitchen, the smell of bacon immediately awakens my senses.
"Just in time," Jasper says placing the bacon on a single plate to accompany the scrambled eggs and wheat toast.
"You are not…." I try to say but I am interrupted again.
"Sorry I was hungry earlier and already ate," Jasper responds. That was the second time today he answered my question before I even had the chance to ask it. You would think he was the telepath.
I sit down to eat and Jasper keeps me company.
"So when is your family coming back into town?" I say trying to initiate conversation.
"Sometime this evening," he answers with a smile that mimics a child excited to see his mommy.
"I bet you hate being away from them for a whole weekend," I say.
"Normally I do, but I didn't this weekend. Thanks to you," he says bringing my hand to his lips and kissing my palm.
I blush with embarrassment.
"Your whole family seems very nice," I say trying to get the focus off of myself. "How long have you been with the Cullens?"
"Seems like forever," Jasper smiles.
"Yeah? I bet that is because Carlisle and Esme make everyone feel right at home. It is nice they are willing to adopt so many young teenagers. Most people when they consider adoption think about adopting babies or toddlers." I explain.
"Yeah Carlisle and Esme are definitely unique in that respect," Jasper confirms.
"Why is that, do you think?" I ask curiously.
"Well, I think there are a few reasons actually. Carlisle came from a very religious family. His father was a minister in his church. So his upbringing was very conservative. His relationship with his father was very strained to say the least. I think he always wanted a strong father son relationship. So now he has it…of course now he is the father," Jasper giggles.
"So why did they not consider having children of their own?"
"Well, Esme always wanted a family but was never able to have kids of her own. It never bothered Carlisle much. He always lived by the philosophy that family is not blood and bone. It is love and soul. So they agreed adoption would be best for them. Esme always says she adopted teenagers because she wanted to skip the whole diaper and potty training phase. But we all know she would love a baby. Unfortunately, the opportunity never presented itself. Instead, she settled for four crazy teenagers. Well three actually, Rosalie is responsible for bringing Emmet into the family," Jasper explains.
"Emmet seems like a great guy. He is pretty funny," I say thinking of how he always seems to tease Japer with things no one else seems to understand.
"Oh yeah he is a hoot," Jasper says sarcastically.
"So how did Rosalie and Emmet meet?" I ask.
"On a camping trip," Jasper says simply before grabbing my now empty plate and walking it over to the kitchen sink.
"I didn't realize Rosalie likes camping," I confess.
"She doesn't really. Rosalie went into the woods for a jog one day when she ran into Emmet. Emmet was camping with some friends at the time. The rest is history," Jasper says definitively.
"Do you like Emmet for Rosalie? I bet you two are very close. She probably wouldn't be with him if you didn't approve," I suggest.
Jasper laughs. "Rosalie? ….No Rosalie doesn't let anyone tell her what to do….or especially who to date. But to answer your question yeah I like Emmet for her. I mean he can be a bit of a clown sometimes but he is always good to her and respects her. After everything she has been through I wouldn't want anything less."
I quickly remember something that plagued my mind a few weeks ago. Every time Jasper talked about his past and his mother he never mentioned Rosalie. Did she also have a difficult time when their mother died? I am a little apprehensive because I feel like this may be a sensitive topic.
"Jasper can I ask you a question?" I ask not wanting to overstep my bounds.
"Of course Angel, I think you have already asked me like a million. What's another one?" He says giggling.
I giggle in return. I hadn't realized I was in interrogation mode. It's my curiosity that gets the best of me sometimes and I don't even realize it.
"You have mentioned your birth mother to me before. You told me she died in a fire and how that led you down a difficult path when you were growing up. But you never mentioned Rosalie. Where was she when you were growing up?"
I can sense Jasper immediately get nervous. I thought this may be a sensitive topic. I should have never said anything!
"Rosalie wasn't around much then. I think that is a story she should tell you," he says as he washes my plate in the kitchen sink
I walk over to him and place my hand on his shoulder. "I am sorry Jasper, I don't mean to pry," I say nervously.
"It's okay Angel, I don't mind you asking questions," he says smiling at me. "So tell me about your family." He suggests focusing the attention on me.
"Well what do you want to know?" I respond not knowing where to begin.
"Everything!" Jasper smiles with his crooked grin.
"Well you already know Alice," I say trying to find a place to start.
"Super excited pixie that talks a hundred miles an hour? Yep I know her," Jasper giggles.
"Oh believe me the excited little pixie is better than the alternative. After our parents died she was anything but excited. She just recently started to act like her old self again," I explain.
"If you don't mind me asking what happened to your parents?" Jasper asks. I would have thought his question would have taken me by surprise. I had never talked about what happened that night with anyone but Alice. But something about Jasper made me feel completely comfortable.
"Well before we moved to Forks we lived in Seattle. Living in the city was great. There was always plenty to do. My parents were always involved in several local organizations and charities. One evening, they had gone to one of their monthly meetings but were caught in a storm on their way home. The rain was intense and the roads were very slick. My dad lost control of the vehicle…swerved….and hit a light post. The impact was so forceful that the light post fell on the car and the car caught on fire. My parents' bodies were burned beyond recognition." I pause for a minute to collect my emotions before beginning again.
"The police say there was no sign of struggle which means they must have died upon impact. But the whole night just seems very weird. Since then, we moved to Forks. My dad left the manor to us in his will. It wasn't in very good shape so my Nana had it renovated a bit. Now it is just Alice, Nana, Aunt Sam, and me," I say concluding my story.
"I am sorry Angel. I know that must have been difficult for you," Jasper says.
"It was. But Alice and I are lucky to have Nana and Sam to take care of us. I don't know what we would have done without them," I say honestly. I think would Jasper had struggled so much when his mother died if someone else was there for him?
"And your grandmother is from your mother's side?" Jasper asks.
"Yes. She and my aunt are from my mother's side." I answer.
"What about your father's family?" Jasper asks curiously.
"We don't know much about our family from our father's side. I know my dad's family is from England but we never associated much with them. Something happened a long time ago that caused my dad to break off all ties with his family," I explain.
"I bet you miss your parent's a lot," Jasper suggests.
"Every day," I answer.
The world changed for me that day….or maybe it didn't change…..maybe it was just the first time I actually stepped into it. As I think of my parents, an image of them embracing one another consumes my mind. They were so in love….so happy…..so…bright. The more I think about them the more the sadness consumes me and I watch as the mental image of my parents fades away.
My eyes are holding back tears and I look around the room attempting to distract myself. I will not allow for my tears to fall. My eyes fall on the grand piano in the living room.
"She taught me how to play piano you know? My mother…she taught me to play," I clarify.
"Want to play something?" Jasper says with sympathetic eyes.
The piano was my sanctuary. Letting my mind roam as my fingers flow effortlessly across the keys never fails to provide me with a peace of mind.
I walk over to the piano and Jasper follows leaning on the lid. I pull out the bench and take the appropriate sitting position before letting my fingers glide over the cold ivory keys. My mind takes over…sending commands to my fingers as they strike each key. I play a melody of sadness that slowly changes to one of hope and peace. I do not want to remember my parents and be reminded of the pain and sorrow. I rather see their light…see their love…their happiness.
I continue to play and the image of my parent's reappears in my mind brighter than ever….. not fading. With my eyes closed and continuing my melody the tears escape my eyes one drop at a time.
They are not tears of sorrow but of joy. It took me a while to realize…but I know now that a light that strong doesn't simply die. Like a sun it may set …but rest assured it will rise again brighter and stronger. It will warm your heart….body….and soul… to remind you that although they may not be here…their love still lives. It lives in their memory. And the memory is long….and loving…..and good.
My fingers come to a stop and I feel strong comforting hands gripping my shoulders.
"That was beautiful, Angel," Jasper says whispering in my ear.
Forgetting where I am, I turn to see Jasper staring into my eyes as he wipes away my tears with his thumb. And surprisingly I am not ashamed. I don't hide my tears. I do not know what it is …I feel safe…. comforted….happy…and something more. It was as if Jasper was my own personal sun…..mi sol. He makes me feel as bright and as loved as I felt when my parents were still alive. But it is so much stronger. I don't know how to describe it. It is as if I….. my realization takes me by surprise for a moment…..I think I have fallen in love with him.
Sensing my anxiety, Jasper whispers "Are you okay Angel?"
"I'm fine. Sorry I can be an emotional rollercoaster sometimes" I say trying not to freak from my sudden epiphany.
"Sometimes we all need a little emotional rollercoaster," he says before leaning in and placing a soft gentle comforting kiss on my lips.
He looks into my eyes. "You have a gift, Angel. When you play….it's like I can feel what you are feeling through your music. Thank you for sharing that with me," Jasper says before bringing me into a warm embrace.
I had never shared anything so personal and so intimate with anyone in my life. I would have thought I would feel nervous or vulnerable…but I didn't. I was happy….I was happy I shared this with Jasper.
My epiphany was absolute. I was unquestionably….absolutely…. in love with Jasper Cullen. Now the question is ….What am I supposed to do about my revelation? Do I tell him? Should I tell him? I think to myself as my head lies on his shoulder as he continues to hold me. My thoughts are soon interrupted as he breaks our embrace.
"What do you say we go get cleaned up?" Jasper suggests standing up from the piano bench.
"Okay," I say softly standing up also and making my way up the stairs. I can use some sometime alone to think.
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Jasper's POV
I watch him as he makes his way up the stairs. He is so strong yet so fragile. I knew he was still healing from the loss of his parents. But as I channeled his emotions and felt them as if they were my own, something was very peculiar.
When he was first talking about his parents I felt overpowering sadness and pain. I pretended not to notice as he fought back his tears. It takes tremendous strength to fight the sadness and go on with life like Edward does. The pain was indescribable. Imagine someone repeatedly stabbing you in the chest with an ice pick….and all you can do is pretend nothing is wrong and continue moving through life…when all you want to do is scream out and cry. Now multiply it by ten and it would be the closest I could do to describe the pain and discomfort my sweet Angel is going through.
His pain was still evident as he played the first few notes on the piano. But suddenly through his melody, the pain was gone….only to be replaced with hope…..and joy. What was it that caused this sudden change? What realization did Edward have that healed his broken heart? As he continued to play tears began to fall from his eyes. I screened his emotions worried that the pain had returned and was too much to bare. But I was pleasantly surprised to find only joy…and peace.
When his song came to an end, I praised him for the beautiful melody and wiped away his tears. Then in a flash his emotions switched to something I can only describe as unconditional….unequivocal….love. He must have been thinking of his parents again but this emotion was confusing. Not the kind of love you have for a parent.
Then just as quickly his emotion switched to one of anxiety and nervousness with a hint of fear.
"Are you okay, Angel?" I asked him confused by the mix of emotions.
He assured me he was fine and confirmed what I already knew to be true. He was experiencing a whirlwind of emotions. I tried to ease his mind with a few comforting words and a gentle kiss.
I thank him for sharing himself with me so intimately and hold him in my arms as his head rests on my shoulder. There were no words to describe how it felt to hold Edward like that. It was as if two pieces to a puzzle that were in search for each other for hundreds of years finally came together. And it was as it should be…..complete.
Feeling waves of confusion and hesitation coming from Edward as I held him, I worried the rush of emotions may have been too much for him. I suggested he take a moment to wash his face with a secret motive to give him some time to himself. He agreed.
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Edward's POV
I was thankful for the time alone to sort my thoughts. The realization that I was in love with Jasper hit me like a freight train and mentally threw me off my feet. But I know now I have to tell him how I feel. Life is too short to hide something like this. I worry that he does not feel the same way but dismiss those thoughts. I know he feels the same way. I can feel it when he touches me….when he kisses me….when he calls me Angel.
We are in Jasper's Jeep driving to the theater and I fidget in my seat as I try to sort through how I will tell Jasper. Of course the how isn't the only question I have. Even more troubling is the when. When do I know is the perfect time to confess my love?
Jasper parks the Jeep a few blocks down from The Majestic Theater. The parking lot across the street from the theater was completely full and it was obvious why. The line of people outside the theater was incredibly long. All of them were waiting for the evening premier of The Thing About Falling. The crowd was mixed of both men and women, but it was evident by their warm embraces and gentle touches that most of them were gay couples.
"Wow there is so many people! I hope we get good seats," I express my concern to Jasper.
"I don't do lines, Angel," Jasper says, confidently grabbing my hand and walking to the front of the line.
"Oh right, I forgot," I retort.
As we approach the front of the line, there stood an older English gentleman standing in front of the door to the theater not allowing entry until seating was available.
He looks at us questionably.
"Reservations for Jasper Cullen please," Jasper says politely.
The man's facial expressions immediately soften. "Oh yes, Mr. Cullen. Mr. Ackworth told me you were coming. Please come on in!" The English man says.
The crowd protests in annoyance as the English gentleman opens the door allowing us to pass. We enter into the lobby that was as equally magnificent as the exterior. The walls were made of stone and the décor and architecture resembled that of an old English castle.
As I admire the architecture a tall skinny gentleman wearing a purple tailored jacket with black slacks approaches us.
"Jasper, so good to see you my boy!" He says with an English accent.
"It is good to see you too Mr. Ackworth. Please let me introduce you to Edward. Edward this is Mr. Ackworth, he owns The Majestic. Mr. Ackworth this is my boyfriend Edward," Jasper says conducting introductions.
I am taken by surprise. The owner? How does Jasper know the owner?
"Oh I did not know you had a boyfriend, Jasper; nonetheless one as fabulous as this young lad. It is very nice to meet you Edward," says Mr. Ackworth holding out his hand.
I shake it in greeting. "Nice to meet you too. This is a beautiful theater!"
"She is isn't she? Built in 1889, she is one of the oldest theaters around. But don't let her fool you. She may be an old lady but she keeps up with the times," Mr. Ackworth says proudly.
"Jasper, how are Carlisle and Esme doing?" He asks Jasper.
"They are doing well. They send their regards," Jasper answers.
"You let them know they are welcome here anytime! No reservations needed. I owe them the world I do," Mr. Ackworth says sincerely.
Jasper smiles. "I will pass along the message."
"Please do! Well, let me show you to your seats shall I? Before the crowd enters?" Mr. Ackworth urges as we enter an elevator that takes us to the second floor.
Exiting the elevator, Mr. Ackworth opens the door that leads to the private balcony that overlooks the general admission seating. The balcony was equipped with a single love seat that was just the right height to provide a great view of the IMAX screen. We were just far up enough that no one could see us. We had complete privacy.
"I hope this accommodates you well?" Says Mr. Ackworth.
"This is perfect. Thank you, Mr. Ackworth," Jasper says politely.
"Oh anytime my dear boy…anytime! This is Jeremiah," he says pointing to a tall muscular blonde that oddly resembled one of the main characters I had seen in the flyer. "He will get you whatever it is that you need."
"Oh that is very nice. Thank you!" I say. We have our own personal server!
"Of course…of course! Now, enjoy the movie. This is a great one. It has received amazing reviews and is up for several awards," says Mr. Ackworth.
"I am sure we will love it," I respond.
"Well I must be off. Please give my regards to your parents," Mr. Ackworth says to Jasper.
"Will do. Nice to see you again Mr. Ackworth," says Jasper.
"Good to see you too my dear boy!" He responds as he exits the balcony and enters the elevator.
Jasper and I make our way to sit on the love seat side by side.
"This is amazing! How did you plan this on such short notice? How does he know your parents?" I ask in an Alice-like rant.
"You're adorable when you are curious, Angel," Jasper says charmingly.
I blush.
"The Majestic was going to be torn down about two years ago. Because this theater primarily shows independent films, they were not bringing in enough revenue to keep it open. Most people were going to the newer movie theaters to watch all the big ticket movies. Well, I love this theater and couldn't bear to see it torn down. Not only is the architecture incredible, but it has an amazing history. So I convinced my parents into investing into the theater. They thought it was a great idea and got a lot of their friends to do the same. Since then, Mr. Ackworth has renovated it quite nicely. Still keeping a lot of the original architecture," Jasper explains.
"That was very nice of your parents to help Mr. Ackworth," I praise.
"Yes it was," Jasper says with pride.
"Sir's the movie will start shortly. Is there anything I can get for you?" Jeremiah says entering the balcony.
I was not very hungry but I usually like to have something to drink when watching a movie. "I will take a coke, please," I say politely.
"Of course! And for you Sir?" He says looking at Jasper.
"Nothing to drink for me. But it is quite chilly in here. Could you possibly bring us a blanket?" Jasper asks.
"Absolutely! I can definitely do that. I will be right back," says Jeremiah as he walks out to retrieve the items we requested.
Jasper looks at me and winks. It wasn't that chilly but the love seat was so comfortable it was the perfect place to cuddle up next to Jasper while watching a movie.
I watch as the crowd enters the theater and takes their seats. Everyone seems very excited about the film. Roger Ebert had given it two thumbs up and a snap…whatever that means.
Jeremiah returns shortly with my coke and our blanket.
"Here you go Sirs. Is there anything else I can get you? Anything at all?" He asks.
"No that will be it Jeremiah. Thank you," Jasper answers.
"You are very welcome. I will let you have some privacy. If you need anything please press this button," he says pointing to a red button on the wall next to us. "And I will be here as soon as possible."
"Perfect. Thank you," I respond
"Enjoy the movie!" Jeremiah says before walking out of the balcony and closing the door behind him.
"This is perfect!" I say excitedly.
"It is, isn't it? I get to watch a movie with you out in public but still get you all to myself," Jasper says cuddling next to me on the love seat and spreading the warm blanket over us.
The lights in the theater dim as the screen comes to life and the music begins to play. I listen as a soft guitar melody plays to the opening of the movie and I read the white words as they slide in across the screen.
A Southern Gentleman Production
A Hazy Mist film
The Thing about Falling
Featuring
Tyler Posey as Brady
And Charlie Hunnamas Brandon
The story begins with a bronze skinned, flamboyant, young teenager named Brady who just entered college. He is in search for someone to love but unfortunately for him he finds only an asshole that takes his virginity.
Although he is in search for love, he is surrounded by it. He has loving friends that are more like a family. They support one another unconditionally.
And it is out of support for one of his friends that he ends up in Mission, Texas where he meets ex convict and closeted gay man Brandon.
Wow! Whoever wrote this story is a genius!
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Jasper's POV
I can't help but stare at him as the movie consumes him. I thought he would like it, and if the smile on his face is any indication, I was right.
I lay on my side with Edward's back pulled against my chest. The blanket is wrapped around us. His ass is pressed firmly against my crotch and it takes everything I have to hold on to my southern gentleman values. And as if nature was tempting my self-restraint, the movie arrives to a scene in which Brady and Brandon are fucking in Brandon's new bedroom while their friends are up to their own sexual adventures in the other room.
I insist on being a gentleman, but my cock refuses. The scene is too intense and my dick rises as if it wants to get a better view of the movie.
Edward looks over his shoulder at me.
"Someone likes this part," he teases as he pushes his ass back rubbing my hard dick against his ass.
I smile at him. "I am sorry Angel. It has a mind of its own."
"Oh yeah? And what is on its mind?" He says reaching behind him and giving my dick a tight squeeze through my jeans.
I moan at the sensation. What has gotten into him? I screen his emotions expecting to find apprehension, but instead I find only bold confidence and lust. He continues to rub my hard meat.
I moan in his ear. "You are not going to make this easy for me are you darlin'?"
"Not a chance," he says turning around and kissing me passionately.
He rolls on top of me his lips never leaving mine. I am now on my back and neither one of us is focusing on the movie.
His lips make their way to my neck as his right hand still gently massages my dick through my jeans.
The warmth of his mouth on my skin distracts me as his hands make their way to my belt to unbuckle it.
"Edward, Angel what are you doing?" I ask not wanting to push him too far too fast.
"Collecting a debt," he answers with a smile.
"A debt?" I ask confused.
"Yes. You took me last night in the club remember? Now it's my turn," he clarifies.
"Edward you don't have to," I tell him feeling guilty. I didn't want him to feel like he owes me anything.
"I want to. Can I Jasper?" He begs. His hand is now in my pants gripping my bare cock and gently stroking it. A debt? I quickly realize he doesn't think he owes me anything. He thinks I owe him. And I pay all my debts!
I can't help but be consumed by the lust that is radiating off of Edward.
"Oh God yes!" I answer his plea.
"Great, I thought I was going to have to take it by force," he says winking at me. When did he get so cocky? He proceeds to pull my pants down to my knees.
My erect member is lying against my stomach and Edward positions himself between my legs.
I check the audience to see if anyone is watching but they are all focused on the movie as they watch Brandon fuck Brady into oblivion. Even if they did look up, at their angle they couldn't see anything in this balcony.
I suddenly feel something warm and wet circle my balls sending waves of shock though my body.
"Oh God baby, that feels good!" I say as the sensation consumes me.
He takes each one of my balls in his mouth and sucks them gently while still stroking my rock hard dick.
I am precuming so much that lube is not necessary.
Edward's tongue glides up my shaft collecting every drop. He moans at the taste before circling his tongue around the head of my dick. My knees buckle at the sensation.
Where did he learn…what happened to my innocent Angel? On second thought…. I love my angel….but I love it when Edward's demon comes out to play too.
His lips circle and seal tightly around my dick's head. He takes me deeper into his mouth.
The warmth of his mouth and the perfect amount of pressure he adds to his oral massage puts my cock in pure ecstasy.
"Oh fuck baby, just like that!" I say as he glides up and down my shaft.
His right hand cups my balls massaging them as his mouth continues his assault on my meat.
Then without warning he pushes my eight inch dick all the way to the back of his throat circling his tongue on the underside of my shaft as he descends.
"Oh sweet Jesus! "I blurt out. The vibrations from his moans course through my shaft down to my testicles and they begin to tighten.
I don't think I can hold on much longer. To my relief Edward slowly slips my dick out of his mouth. But to my surprise he takes no break and deep throats my tool once more…. humming and massaging it with his tongue.
"Edward you have to stop baby," I say as I feel my balls tighten in his hand.
He does no such thing and looks up into my eyes with my dick still in his mouth. God he is gorgeous.
He descends again this time cupping my balls with his left hand, massaging my shaft with his right, and circling the head of my dick with his tongue.
"Angel, stop I am going to cum!" I warn trying to restrain my orgasm.
But his assault on my cock intensifies and he sends me over the edge.
"I can't hold…..OH FUCK!"
My balls rise… my abdominal muscles tighten…. and my dick throbs repeatedly as I release stream after stream of my warm white fluid into his perfect mouth. I come so hard and so much that he can't take it all and some slips out of his mouth. He does his best to take it all and continues to milk my dick for every drop as I ride out my orgasm in his warm mouth.
When I have nothing more to give he halts his assault.
"God Angel, where did you learn to do that?" I ask coming down from the highest high I have ever experienced.
"I googled it," he says with the most adorable smirk on his face.
"You googled it?" I ask surprised.
"Yep," he responds.
"Well thank you google," I say completely satisfied laying the back of my head on the arm of the love seat as Edward leans over me.
"So it was okay?" He asks.
"Okay? Are you kidding me, Angel? That was fucking fantastic!" I say with full honesty.
"Really?" He still questions.
Realizing I need to show him my sincerity, I place my right hand on his left cheek and look deeply into his eyes.
"Really," I repeat before kissing him so passionately that I can taste myself on his tongue. Not wanting this moment to end, my hands move to his belt to unbuckle it and return the favor.
"Ughhhh Jasper, we can't," Edward says apprehensively. Oh not now! Hold on to the confidence a little longer, Angel!
"Of course we can," I say still kissing him.
"No we really can't, look" he says pointing to the screen.
The credits to the movie were on screen and people were walking out of the theater.
"It's over?" I ask surprised.
"Looks like it. I wonder how it ended." Edward says slightly disappointed.
"I guess we will just have to read the ending online," I suggest. "I am sure we will find it somewhere."
Then there is a knock on the door behind us.
Startled, Edward immediately jumps off of me. I quickly put on my pants and make sure I am descent before opening the door.
"Pardon me Sirs. But Mr. Ackworth asks me to bid you farewell as he will not be able to escort you out," says Jeremiah.
"Oh that is fine Jeremiah, please tell Mr. Ackworth thank you for his hospitality," I respond.
"I will sir. Before I go, is there anything else I can get either of you?" He asks us both.
"No, I think we will be going now," I answer.
"Very well. Well I hope you enjoyed yourselves," he says looking at us with a suspecting smile. Does he know?
"Sir?" he says addressing Edward.
"Yes?" Edward acknowledges.
"You may want this," he says handing him a handkerchief.
Edward looks at the handkerchief confused.
Jeremiah points to the corner of his mouth.
Then I see it…. a single drop of my remnants still on Edward's mouth. A horrified Edward quickly wipes his mouth and Jeremiah simply grins…winks at Edward…. and walks away.
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Edward's POV
Oh God, that is the most embarrassed I have ever been in my entire life! Everything was going so well until then. I was feeling bold and confident but now I wish I would just die right here.
I look at Jasper in horror. But he just giggles… pulls me in into his arms….and kisses my neck. It didn't relieve my embarrassment but it did make me feel better.
We make our way out of the theater walking hand in hand. I quickly realize that the night was coming to an end and along with it Jasper and my spectacular weekend. I know I have to tell Jasper how I feel about him but how do I know when is the right moment?
Cars fill the street in front of The Majestic and stop mid traffic as people try to cross the street.
Jasper randomly spins me around to face him and puts his hands on my waist.
"I ever tell you how amazing you are?" He says looking into my ears.
"You can stand to say it more often," I tease him.
Jasper smiles and kisses me. "I wish this weekend didn't have to end."
"Me too," I agree. Well I am not sure if this is the right moment but it is definitely a good one.
"Jasper I need to tell you something…" I say feeling my confidence slowly dissipating.
"What is it Angel?" Jasper asks concerned.
I begin to get nervous and my hands begin to sweat.
"I know we have been dating for a short time... But I think we have gotten pretty close… And I like being around you….You make everything so easy…and I hope you feel the same way…" I try to explain but do not form coherent thoughts.
"Edward, you are stammering. Just relax," Jasper attempts to calm me.
I take a deep breath and my confidence no longer exists. I look at the floor and just let the words slip from my mouth.
"Jasper I am falling in love with you."
I hear only silence and am too nervous to look into his face. I force myself to anyway. Jaspers eyes are wide and startled….but they are not focused on me.
He is looking over my shoulder. Did he even hear what I just said?
I turn to see what he is looking at and across the street is a hooded figure staring back at us. It is the same figure that I have seen countless times before. Except this time I have a much better view. The hood covering the persons face is part of a black cloak that covers their entire body. The figure stands about six feet tall and is bulky in build.
What is he doing with him! I will kill him!
My power of telepathy automatically reads the cloaked figure's thoughts and they are obviously upset. Their anger is clearly evident in their tone. Who are they angry at? Who do they want to kill? Who the hell is that?
Then I feel a cold hand around my wrist which causes me to turn around and look at Jasper again.
"Edward…uhhh I don't know what to say," Jasper says nervously. "Maybe we should continue this in the car," he says firmly grabbing my arm and practically dragging me to his Jeep.
"Jasper what is it," I ask concerned by his behavior.
"Oh uhh….nothing you took me by surprise is all. We should go," he says loosening his grip but not slowing his pace.
"Wait…" I say as I turn around to look at the hooded figure again but it was gone.
Jasper continues to walk towards the car.
"Wait Jasper, hold on….what is the matter with you?" I ask completely confused.
"What? Nothing! I just don't want to get you home to late is all," Jasper says approaching his Jeep.
"Does this have anything to do with that person across the street?" I ask wondering if he too was startled by the cloaked person. But why would he be?
"What?... What person across the street?" Jasper says looking dumbfounded and proceeds to get in his car.
I get into the car also.
"The guy in the black cloak… You didn't see him?" I question. He must have seen him!
"I didn't see a guy in a cloak Edward," Jasper says avoiding eye contact with me and starting the ignition to his Jeep. As he drives away he repeatedly looks into his rearview mirror.
"Jasper, you are acting really weird. Does it have to do with what I said?" I ask worried that Jaspers reactions had nothing to do with the cloaked figure. Could he be freaking out that I told him I am falling in love with him? Did I just fuck all this up?
His eyes go wide again. That was it! My heart begins to sink. He obviously didn't feel the same way about me as I did for him. And by confessing my feelings all I did was scare the crap out of him. He did not answer my question.
"Jasper?" I say trying to get him to say something….anything.
"I think things are moving too fast Edward," he says. Fuck!
"To fast? I am sorry I didn't mean too…"
"No it wasn't you….it was me….I am sorry. I pushed too quickly," Jasper tries to take all the blame. If I knew he was going to react like this I would have never said anything. I wish I could take it back.
"Well forget what I said Jasper….never mind….we will take things slow," I try.
"You can't just forget something like that, Edward, "Jasper says.
Things become incredibly quiet and the rest of the drive to Masen Manor is done in silence. I struggle the whole car ride to keep the tears in my eyes from falling. How could I have been so stupid!
As we pull into the driveway I am determined to make things right again.
"Jasper?"
"Yes, Edward?" Jasper says...Edward…not Angel.
"I am sorry for what I said…." I try apologizing again.
"No you shouldn't be sorry! I don't want you to feel sorry for it!" He says his tone filled with frustration and a hint of anger. "It's just….." he looks at me dead in the eye "…..I do not feel the same way Edward."
It was like someone had punched me in the stomach and knocked all the air out of me. I already knew it was the truth. But hearing it from his own mouth was paralyzing.
"You don't?" I question as I break eye contact with him and switch my focus to the dashboard. I try to hide the single tear that escapes my eye.
"No I don't," he says for the second time. "I thought we were just having fun. I didn't think it was going to get so serious," He says.
"What? Why would you think that?" I say shocked and angry. He didn't think it would get serious? What the fuck? He was supposed to be my boyfriend. How is that not serious?
"Well that's what gay guys do! We just have fun!" Jasper explains. His words completely baffled me. It was as if the person in front of me was a complete stranger. This wasn't the Jasper that I knew. The Jasper I was falling in love with.
"What? This is not right….this is not you!" I say expressing my anger and confusion.
"Look I am sorry Edward, but I think I gave you the wrong impression…..I don't feel for you the way you do for me," he says for a third time.
I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. You would think during a heart break that your heart would stop beating…but it doesn't…it just races harder as it struggles to stay alive.
"I think we should break up….before anymore wires get crossed," Jasper says not making eye contact with me and focusing on the steering wheel.
And that was it. I was heartbroken, angry, and confused…all at the same time. How could this be happening?
I hear lightening strike and rain begins to beat on the roof of the Jeep. Jasper looks outside towards the sky surprised by the sudden change in weather.
Meanwhile I do everything I can to hold myself together. I refuse to let another single tear fall. He used me! He never planned on us being in a serious relationship. He was just using me for fun… to scratch an itch….and now he is dumping me like garbage….like a cheap whore! The realization took me from being heartbroken to being absolutely furious.
"FUCK YOU JASPER!" I say before storming out of his Jeep and retrieving my bag from the back seat. I slam his door and run towards the manor trying without luck not to get drenched by the rain.
My hands are shaking with anger that I can barely unlock the door. When I finally do, Alice is waiting for me on the other side.
"Edward? Edward, what is wrong?" She asks.
"Nothing! Nothing! Just leave me alone!" and I run into my room locking the door behind me. I throw myself into my bed…bury my face in my pillow… and let the tears flow.
Okay don't throw anything at me! This has always been the plan all along. It is the catalyst that gets all the upcoming twists and turns started. But if you still want to throw something at me, just hit that review button and let me have it! ;-)
P.S. for those that don't know. The Thing About Falling is an incredible fanfic story written by the equally incredible Misty Haze. I always tell her that we should make her stories into movies and I coudn't pass up the idea of my boys going to watch it. If you are not already, go read her story!
Until next time my lovlies!